Monday, 9 April 2018

only red lipstick



when the day's done
              unbox 
                      me,  
              sliding each 
                      teeth
out of margins, 
             i'm redolent
             under 
                      moonlight

oyster sky is 
             your face
swooping down             

swirling snowdrops 
             out of winter's depths

i close my eyes
             as each 
                      hot-peppered kiss
             unzips me 
                      with fingertips
             soft as 
                      tulips



Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille, a post of 44 words with the word Zip.  Hosted by De Jackson over at dVerse pub.  Come by at 3pm EST for the fun challenge.  
             

Thursday, 3 November 2016

two moons ago



night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
           chocolates to red

sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
            we melt: sea of flames 






~0~0~0~





Under ripe strawberry moon
             night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
             rain, musk, wood 
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
             tangled in your arms







Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season. 

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Tanka



read my letter as
you would pare ripe fruit - juiced
liquid clinging thick
words settle on your tongue - soft
as snowflake, tanged with sugar



~0~0~



moon song - velvety
against swaying maple trees
your face is candle
flicking deep night stars  - amber
against slope of my chest - pinked





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Tanka, hosted by Kanzensakura.

Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Echoes of music



You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance



On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow



You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum



You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to



Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning



to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-



Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you





The above poem is an edited poem.  Below is the original poem.


You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play



On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow



You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum



Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning



to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call



Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found





Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.  We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.


Thursday, 26 May 2016

Moontide

we wax the full moon
silver fruit
then slice it
        petal by petal 
        leaf by leaf as if
hidden in its deepest core-
seeds of pomegranate 

our palms are 
chalices of wild honey
brimming our tongues
with lushness of
         spring 
         blossoming lilacs

the fragrance is heady
dripping with awareness
that spring season is very short-  

and suddenly
between us, 
       night is velvet-apple
       sky is passionate violin 
strumming every kiss to heady brew 
bewitching wings to soar from the whirlwind

through all the rush, swell & ebb
spinning us madly out of orbit
we land  
          here, our safe harbor
          our ocean sand of silence

as we shut our eyes to sleep
we murmur a promise:  
never say 
          goodbye




Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight where I am hosting ~  Come & join us when pub opens starting at 3pm EST ~  This is a belated response to Abhra's Unintended Farewells prompt last Tuesday.