I sat
sweating in my July hat
your leg warm on mine,
your smile glowing near my cheek,
your song, that I fancied only I could hear,
opening my heart like a flower
to the sun.
“Come, come,
No harm can be done
If I sculpt with my hands
Your curving hips;
With my tongue, part
Your waiting lips;
Reframe your sexuality
So that it’s powered by
Our loving needs.”
And all the heated day
I’m falling, falling, falling,
believing you will catch me
in your soft net.
Oh Sid John Gardner, I have to reply to you - you've surely made a typo... you must mean MATCH of the day! And neither of us a football fan, either!
If I sculpt with my hands Your curving hips; With my tongue, part Your waiting lips; Rachl Ann Butler
I am caught in your net.. I keep wanting to read and read.. and read.. its that good
A melodious love song, especially the the last stanza is nice.
What can I say that already hasn't been said? 'Cept to say it must've been mighty fine love to have you in such a lather! What a gorgeous poem, I can feel the sparks flying between the two of you in this rendition of how it all happened. Divine penning Jan. HG: -) xx
Hi! I'm back to worship at the shrine of the hat and the beautiful love you kept so shyly under it. My mind is reaching out its cold little hands and warming itself at your words. Such gentle gentleness gently infusing the thought in word and deed. Lucky man! Lucky man indeed! love Donall Donall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I keep coming back to this...I am in love with this poem and want to elope with it. It hath me under its spell...fresh and direct as a kiss. It speaks to me...it speaks the language of love! Love sits upon you beautifully and you wear it well. love Donall Donall