you were a work of art
soft and undulating
with rich chestnut waves
on smooth prickled sand
lying back and bending
in the dark I hunted you
or knelt to you
beaten or devouring
and you raise finger-twined oceans
or surrender your beating breath
and I cannot think your lines
as hands crumple sheets
and I drink your neck
while the portrait keeps
painting
7 comments:
The petals do look like crumpled sheets don't they? I love the drinking the neck part. More like, I love drinking the neck. :D
Beautiful. Both the words and the picture.
Jason, this is a lovely piece.
This is sensuous and lovely, just like your photograph.
Aniket, I'm with you on that one. The neck is a magical place.
Deb, thank you! I wanted this picture to look more intense than real.
Bernita, I enjoyed composing it.
Karen, our dogwood tree in the front yard, and I, thank you. :)
Sensuous indeed. "As hands crumple sheets and I drink your neck." Wow! Inspired by a special woman in your life?
Thanks so much for sharing. I want to get into your head right now.
LH, yes, definitely inspired by Aine! Thanks for catching the energy in the poem.
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