Dazed as dazed from arsenic
From your tongue that traces me
Your taut body entwined
Between my taut thighs and the hum
Of our boat that is made with down from a swan
Satiated, we maneuver it – our hands
Like talons ringed with gold bands
Under the horizons climax
The night’s bosom heaving waves
That cradle us
Caught between the moon’s crescent
And fullness, drunk and interwoven
We were cast out to sea for weeks estranged
And woke with the desert in our throats
Lips stuck together, tongues tied we longed for
Nectarines and the sound of cupid’s wings
hovering over us
Morning raises it’s sleepy head
And we lay like starfish
on the shore of infatuation
© 2010
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No matter what the tide brings in…….I can feel you writing in the sand.
No matter how many times the waves wash away your words, you are back there every day, waiting writing and like the swan you have great beauty in your grace…..
Love your poem so much Lisa…You put a smile on my face ..XX
Thank you darling!!
XXX
Certain words in the same breath melt the mind into feeling: Arsenic, tangerines, starfish, infatuation; a boat made from swan’s down.
I also feel therefore I am!
Thanks
Thank you Marcus!! I’m glad you are ‘down’ with it!!!
LisaPicasso in italiano:
…inebetita e stordita dall’arsenico
dalla tua lingua tre lascia delle tracce su di me..
il tuo corpo duro allacciato
tra le mie cosce tese..e l’odore……
…what mean : of our boat that is made with down from a swan?
let me know!! brava!
Paolo send you “Drunk is Drunk” by Neruda you can see what he does with his images…he was my muse!!
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