Saturday, January 23, 2010

UNDONE

Infrequently
Your eyes soften
Into shimmering liquid
When our gaze meets
Briefly your impassive
Countenance slips

I am flower
To your sun
Seeking the warmth
That allows my photosynthesis
My body buzzes like a hive
Tending its queen

There you are
There I am

I contemplate being lost in
The sensual plumpness
of your lips

My thoughts wander to
Painfully pleasurable delights
That would make Dante blush

I
am
tripp
ing

I gather my thoughts
Vowing to ponder no more
Then there is
That infrequent look
And I become undone…

4 comments:

  1. Oh Gina, it is SUCH a treasure to be here in your place...such a delight and such indulgence! Forget the pedicure (I can do my own toes!), but being here and reading your work, your heart, that is real pampering! I just love the images in this poem...love that you are forthright -- no beating about the bush! And yet, you don't insult the reader's intelligence by spelling everything out. This is good work. Very, very good work! Btw, sorry I just lost my FB message to you!

    grace,
    Michele

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  2. Thanks again Michele. Man It is so good to have feedback! (especially positive).

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  3. WHOOOO!!! Girl, I'll be back- i gotta make a phone call after reading this! LOl

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  4. Hey Crystal, you are hilarious! I hadn't checked my comments in awhile.

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