your skin
is sun-dimpled
luscious silk that
when
dipped in petticoats
of cream
or chocolate
or brandy
becomes honeycomb
of sweetness
plucked-
i hear you
rinsing under water,
paring green leaves,
& quartering your heart
to vanilla-shaped florets-
readying your
siren song-
we turn to grinning fools
with butterfingers
popped-
tell me,
when the full moon
rises, what will
we do with all this
juice
stuck in our mouths-
red, of the purest kiss
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar hosted by Frank Hubeny ~ Today we are writing about ODES (Poems of praise). Pub doors open at 3 pm EST.
dressed with lemon,
garlic, olive oil & mustard-
a chef's delight
but i like you best
bare
sliced open under rough snake
skin
velvet ripe & creamy
belly
drizzled with sugar
& cold milk,
bowled dessert
of indolent summer days
plump smooth,
slivers of ambrosia
your taste is only rivaled
by my other childhood memory-
cloistered nuns
making candied purple yams
stirring over
& over
flaming giant pan until
rough fibers turn sin-
fully lush
as nectar oil
decadent food
for gods
hand-bottled for sale in market -
pear-shaped
your green womb
wraps me tight like seed
coconut-shaped
pining for tropical sun-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Modern Odes with a taste of Chile (Neruda Style) Taking a break from studying because I miss writing ~ Thanks for the visit ~
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