Desire
Focused on snippets of skin
Baffles and intrigues
And simmers on lips
That’ll spill into a smile
And sauce my plate
With spices of sense
That liven with lust
Dollops of boredom and smog.
Cut it as you will
And colour my sins
But this much I must confess:
On tips of my eyes
Hang heavens of sense
Whose presence I never regret.
15 comments:
On tips of my eyes
Hang heavens of sense...
That is a most unique image right there. I think you have written the lover's psalm with a most delicate touch - I like the reference to spices and sauces too.. they add the dimension of taste to your description.
This is a masterful use of the language, a very sensual psalm as you both meld and contrast the physical with the spiritual.
A powerful little masterpiece. Sensual without offense, unique without weirdness. Those closing lines are pure perfection.
Fantastic writing, especially the last stanza. Remarkable.
I like the degree of sensuality that you have achieved without any sense of the lurid. Tis' lovely!
Lovely, Abin... I especially like the second stanza.
A beautifully sensual read! Well expressed..
'Spices of sense' - that's lovely...
ah, this has me licking my lips. mmmmm.
Wow, I love it! I'm going to read it again~ So clever with magic woven through out~
Thanks a lot all! I was rather nervous about this one.thanks for the boost :)
Wonderfully wrought...lovely!
Strange....all of the references to food: dollop spices, simmering...it reminds me of the best curry or dal left to steep in all the ingredients in the pot to make a spicy loveliness.
something about the mingling of cardamon, fenugreek, and fennel that is very exotic. worth a story or a poem such as this.
viva la
Sensual..."on tips of my eyes hang heavens of sense" Beautiful words.
I like the sensual but understated write about lust and no regrets ~
(Heaven)
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