Pollen swollen legs
heavy with instinct
spread
spread
pollinate
gather
aching need
aching need
waiting blossom
yearns
with petals open
for tango touch
a gentle dance
upon her center
sun days ahead
turn flower to fruit
sweet juice drips
leaving
sticky kiss on
ripe skin
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words succulent
ripe for the harvest
juicy sweet to
taste on my tongue
wow, kathleen. this is amazing. :)
Kathleen ... your words this morning are a "tango touch" indeed! Thank you.
yowza
Haha. L.L. read Neruda to me on a bench at Mt Hermon. Sent me hurtling down the sensuous poetry trail. Neruda could have taken advantage. :) [swoon]
.....and the pear blossoms outside my window, humming with busy bees
prompted me also. :) The bees and the blossoms are VERY happy.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! All of it.
Heavy with instinct. That is a great line.
Neruda, just as I thought &was it mmerubies who said 'nuff said' about that... but ahem, you are pretty darn fine with the whole yearning genre (and hon, I think I will leave that to your expertise) - have fun :)
Every bit of it taps fancifully fun across my heart! Each verse is indeed a delightful dance.
Blessings.
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