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…
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…
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!
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Michele
Thanks again Michele. Man It is so good to have feedback! (especially positive).
ReplyDeleteWHOOOO!!! Girl, I'll be back- i gotta make a phone call after reading this! LOl
ReplyDeleteHey Crystal, you are hilarious! I hadn't checked my comments in awhile.
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