'nude on a bed' by bobnery-d5lxcpk © |
naughty intricacies: your bramble dyes...
wear us for art
can we catch
all the pieces that fall
between us
can we play them
can we read them
as future tenants
can we love them all
you knew I knew
what batter was
thick-y stick-y fingers
stolen into jars
and those smudges of wet clay
on your cheeks as you wiped away
the sweat and said please get me something to drink
and when doing sew-you have to know
to bring yourself back here for me to eat
I feel your lion-ess quickening(s)
to erratics daring the trees
to come across the glen
and to place Autumn
at their feet, a sash
of color and dashing or derring-do
you just smile and eat anyway(s)
because that is what you do
until bones beg to be flowers again
sun licked after the rain
you said there is a certainty of jazz
in the background of your mind
seems high hat and kick drum
is an art form an arm fort
leg wild when chomping nibble bits
I pretend there is whole vats of
you letting me think you're sleeping
as I sit bare ass-ed in your chair
at your desk ass-u-age
floating my hands
just above your keys
Underwood number five
hear again I plead
poem to come
come to poem
and just then
I realize I am
another seedy want
as I see
crocus crawling
poking up the loam
outside your window
a ladder lattice
and finger-lingam tryst
kit to cat and come right quick
singing kiss me kiss me
until I'm bent, burning
over all your candlesticks...
EJR ©
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*much thanks to Mama Zen and her latest blog entry found here http://mamaneedsshoes.blogspot.com/ for the tasty inspiration...with a scythe nod to a beguiling Eva Saint Marie
PS
oh for the love of the marks hot wax leaves behind:
I said bag of bomb weed to lawyer
spellcheck read it as I said vagabond need voyeur
pretty fucking smart spell check
Man, I love this. Gorgeous flow.
ReplyDeleteWell your piece made it easy to luxuriate myself in said flow...you painted a landscape I just wanted to jump into and play inside of...much appreciation and gratitude for saying such...
DeleteI don't know whether to be most impressed by the word play, imagery, tone, stream of consciousness, eroticism or the PS.
ReplyDeleteNot a poem to benefit from my commentary, so suffice it to say, I have been astounded into silence.
It did and does benefit from comment...thank you very much... : ^ )
ReplyDeleteLuxurious flow my friend... you make me need a cool shower..
ReplyDeleteI went with the frozen bags of peas in strategic areas...thanks...
DeleteFiery & sensuous verse.
ReplyDeleteThank You, this piece was an easy write once I ran into Mama Zen's evocation...and I have to say again how much fun I had reading your piece...juxtaposition of dirge to the lilting rhythm was as if the reader was placed in a toe-to-ball-walking on their feet dance of praise for someone like Persephone and she had two birth days and was a Scorpio or Sagittarius too...and this was the celebration being thrown by all the consorts of the underworld with invites from arcana divine to nefarious vine/ even Demeter and the fae who were having fun were ready to stay and play with feast and her daughter at least until Yule...
DeleteWhat a carefully posed photo!! The poem is complex – or maybe I mean detailed; also it sizzles. I particularly like 'until bones beg to be flowers again' and 'a certainty of jazz / in the background of your mind'.
ReplyDeleteThank You...though when Spring things sing a certain way...words, like onion grass, escape...
DeleteSome very amazing verbiage here. Especially "until bones beg to be flowers again"........
ReplyDeletevery sensual for sure. thanks. k.
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ReplyDeleteluxurious and luscious, really ~
ReplyDeleteWell, this is lovely from start to finish. Play that piano, play it! Or is that a typewriter? Just play the thing. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a good prompt...I have this sound now upright and out of tune soon the call June states get the singing bowsprit to rake the sky with blooms...like it thank you...
DeleteUnderwood number 5 - I love the idea of plunking out these words after (and before (again :) you've made love. Sensual and romantic.
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