Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, June 26, 2013


By Robert John Thornton (1768-1837) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The taste of your lips
still lingers,
honey suckle sweet
I lick my own
to savor the memory

I smell the perfume in your hair
See you flush rose pink
under my fingertips

You are a cereus
blooming in the night
Your body opening,
petal by petal,
so soft
so delicate

You unfold
in darkness,
your truth witnessed
only by those who search
for beauty in the shadows

Come daylight
you close upon yourself
protecting the flower tucked tight 
within the bud.

submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 9, Free Share


Brian Miller said...

mmm love the sensual-ness of the opening...and the beauty in shadow...smiles...it is there...i def come alive a bi more at night too...smiles

so you had a good vacay?

Fireblossom said...

Whew! That opening stanza had me melted in my chair.

Anonymous said...

I am so happy to see you!

This is gorgeous, very sensual, erotic love it =)

Anonymous said...

Delicious :)

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Wonderful with beautiful imagery