Scent
Nearly unseen
A breath from the shine of a shoulder
Or a neck
Flutter deeper
Calling
Calling
From the beginning
Of the centuries
Melting into skin
Crawling
Craving inside
The epiphany of birth
And the yearning to return
Darker still
Falling
Warm as pools
where first life squirmed
Diving
Dividing
Feeding
The total embrace
Panting panting
No thought
And every
Religion.
13 comments:
Features a deep sensuality, Jason. :-)
You must really like that flower, Jason. ;) Great job!
you just brought so many things back to me.
Love that picture. And the poem ain't to shabby niether :-)
Beautiful picture, beautiful words.
Be well,
nuh ibn
Susan, indeed it does. :)
Jaye, you could definitely say that. ;)
Kate, my pleasure!
Anthony, thanks, my friend. Hopefully, we'll be seeing some of that color again soon.
Nuh Ibn, much appreciated.
Nice, Jason. I tried to see male female but couldn't work it out. :) Unisex, I think.
Jason, I had to stop by and see how you were doing! Very nice piece! =D
Blizzard conditions here today, but that heated things up a bit.
Shameless, I think poems should have whatever meaning they evoke for the reader. What I intended is not as important as what you experienced.
Kelly, so great to see you! I've been lurking on your blog. So great to see your progress. I can't wait to have copies of your books in my hands!
Joni, hope you all are getting cozy under the blankets. :)
I found this a little different from your usual. of course everybody gets something different
from every piece but i found it a little unsettling.
Great photo!
Anna, I suppose a poem has as many meanings as the people who read it.
Scents (good ones that is) can be powerful, memorable and evocative. You've captured all that Jason. Well done.
I am glad I stopped in to browse your poetry archives. I am impressed. You are a talented poet and photographer.
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