ipomoea alba (moon flower)
each
sacred sweet sharp
vines
me into your desire
slowly
begins each undone
wears
my limbs as an amulet
savors
my surrender
tells
me with the memory
of
your hands
sex
is always
a
divine part
of
the poem
I
love when you steal my words
leave
my mind a breathless pause
a
blind wet clay mouth
suckling
tender ferocities
that
your eyes let me know
is
our ancestral calculus
the
scents of wanting
we
must find
to
let go and surrender
to
each moment known
to
be a soul’s tendril crawl
slow
rooting each discovery
of
the sky in the cup of Dawn
we
wade in tided dreams
outside
the window
we
left open last night
this
morning
the
trees run fingers over me
like
you do when
you
reach behind you
as
I begin to spoon
your
bend again and then
you
arch into me a little more
as
I kiss the witness
of
your silhouette
each
time I pause
I
lean into a little infinity
I
gently firm a squeeze
I
slow hand slide down
mine
the moist fire
speak
in low murmurs
I
take small bites
paint
the moonlight
that
lingered
behind
my closed eyes
from
last night as
my
nose can’t stop smiling
and
my tongue knows
your
rhythm’s way home
in
each remnant silvered
dark
that covers
us
like dew waiting to
become
the rain
EJR©
dang...hot piece...love the intimacy....what i find very fun is your word pairings...
ReplyDeletetender ferocities
little infinities
ancestral calculus
all cool...really nice poem....
May is a divine month for intimacy...thank you for your comments...as for word pairings...I like to mine the verbals ores for entendre-esque smiles that can be found in the common places of where we race to slow build the joys of laughing out loud,leaning out an open window at the rain or Sun or what comes between the song we hear that calls the poem and how we always tend to write from where our heart is home...
ReplyDeleteGreat write...sensual..love this...I love when you steal my words
ReplyDeleteleave my mind a breathless pause :)
sometimes it pays to listen in silence at the rain just outside the window ,while musing the dream-filled joys of an intimate companion...thank you : ^ )
DeleteI love a little infinity.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet.
Thank you...I love the sweet linger that just being in a moment can bring...
DeleteBeautiful and intimate in more than the obvious ways. This is truth via poetry, confession, the desire to want, to need, to cling. To be one with another beyond the physical...that place that we all somehow remember..yet claim to have seldom been.
ReplyDeleteThank you for seeing that...really appreciate your perspective...opens the arms of my Earth a little wider for the Sun to get inside...
DeleteSighing contentedly here. I have said many times many places that I dislike erotica on general principles as it's very dull most times, but this is a luminous, emotive, tender, and deeply satisfying piece of love poetry and should be read simply as pure poetry. Excellent work and I greatly enjoyed it.
ReplyDelete...I find the salt sculptures that our desires,wave splash the unseen with, show more in our built silhouettes than the fully lit naked absence of mystery, that erotica can sometimes represent...gratitude for the taking the time to comment... :)
DeleteSultry, sensual and passionate - the language curls like vines, the images flower.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, with me, the poem just unfurls like a lonely thirst opening my heart's spigot...thank you for visiting... :)
DeleteOf course, I like this very much....sensuality blending with nature is perfect..Nice to meet you at D'verse ~
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Loved your piece...and am grateful for you stopping by to say hello...
DeleteThis is fantastic, Edward! I believe this is my first time visiting your blog. The way you envision and describe each morsel of touch is so original and inviting. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThese are some of my favorite parts:
"each sacred sweet sharp
vines me"
"wears my limbs as an amulet"
"suckling tender ferocities"
"a soul’s tendril crawl"
"I take small bites
paint the moonlight"
just a simple, sometimes clever, poet trying to find his way in this wide world of discovering another thing to love today...really appreciate that you stopped by and am grateful for your comment...Edward
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