until your face, turned away,
reminded me.
the luxury of your flesh
beneath my fingers,
the brush of your cheek ,
low against mine.
of ghostless miles,
of unclouded skies,
the sigh and the arch
and the low, burning rumble.
how the weather changes
how you took me in.
the mysteries of knots,
the rapture of flesh entangled
your soft thighs against
my hip bone
i went searching for flowers
mingled in your hair
i found pearls
and a hurricane
and the confidence between flesh
was a shining necklace of sins
i had forgotten.
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so organic a harvest – finding pearls in a hurricane without oysters, stripped this one of all poetic sins my son
– (ya gotta love it!)
Hi Theo! Yes, the shells had long been cast…
shell bent for leather…,no wonder the oceans never seas to amaze
shell be coming round the mountain when she comes.
A warm, thick, erotic stew.
Your poems like this can make we want o do some very, very bad things…
Oh? Describe them, please. In detail. Lurid, sticky detail
I like that it “loops” from the last line back up to the top, that’s unique and clever.
Thanks Lois. The poem really is more a work of editing than writing. It has batted around for a little while looking for a way to go beyond what it was and I think that recurring circle was the right way to do it.
Yeah, that part of it is just brilliant – makes it feel timeless.
pearls and a hurricane? Might I suggests a pearl and a hurricane maybe a little more correct?
Literally, yes. *sigh*
Oh, if he finds my pearls, there’s be a hurricane, that’s for sure. This is a classic, Seb
If wish I could choose “Love” instead of “Like.” I love the mood of this poem, and the language is evocative and surprising. Lines I wish I’d written: “the luxury of your flesh” and “I found pearls and a hurricane.” Honestly, if a man wrote this about me, I would be his forever!
Really? Now, darlin’, I come from Maryland and our state motto is “Fatti maschil, Parole femine”. The poems are the parole femine, but it’s the fattit maschil you gotta look out for!
Oops…I meant “I” not “If”…
This is a love poem that reads like a plot and it ends just where it begins.
A plot? I am totally down with plots!
Yeah, this one will get you laid, Sebbie.
Been a while since that worked for me!
It’s been too long since you posted something romantic like this!
lush recollection. for the necklace, I have a velvet box
Our sins are our only true items of value.
It’s all coming back to you now?
I think I could stand a little more practice….
Batter up….
But you made me remember.
I struggled with the opening here, until I read the end and realized…. this is the perfect mix of craft and pure, raw soul.
You may have forgotten, but this awakened something primal in me – the power that I have.
This fairly shivers with desire
Make me believe once more is possible, thank you Seb. How are you?
Hey Hans! Not bad for a shakey, ill tempered old cripple, How’s by you?
On the shakey part, had to get a tripod for the video camera. Are we supposed to have long lasting friendships after doing all the other stuff, which you so finely craft with your words?
Keeping busy helps the time last longer, past with less notice.
i found pearls
and a hurricane…wow…love the images…this def. shivers with desire as missdirected11 says…nice..
This is the pony she is riding?
You’re getting into some heavy territory here, Seb.
A great tribute to the power of sensuous love.
Wow the descriptions here are so vivid.
Every image breathes life and the “you have not begun, begin again” ending is stunning
Sounds like you are a quick study, then.
Oh God, Sebbie! This is swimmingly sensual!
How did I miss this? Oh, cummy and yummy, Seb!
the rapture of flesh entangled – liking that line a lot!
pearls and a hurricane. pearls and a hurricane. words staying with me. good poem sir. very good, memorable.
Seriously good.
Glad you got some sins in there at the end of the poem – was beginning to suspect you’d gone all romantic on us!
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Sensual…and so beautifully written. Love it.