On a long day of lovemaking,
You fed me orange sections
In a morning break.
They were commas between
Two phrases of a love poem.
Now I am floating on your citrus breath,
I slake my thirst on your orange juicy kisses,
Giving that tangy taste to all our fluids.
As you press your navel-scented
Prints into my flesh,
Marking your territory,
You massaged my skin,
Licking your fingertips -
The wayreaders thumb
Through a book -
and tongued the corners,
Dog-earingso many places
You wish to return to later
For a deeper understanding.
Now when I pass a fruit stand,
How am I suppose to
Hide my excitement?
A wonderful poem full of eros, romance, love and all that a human being wants in a relationship.. you are great romantic poetess.. thank u. dev
Now when I pass a fruit stand, How am I suppose to Hide my excitement? very good poem of romance, eros and love....... thank u dear poetess. tony
I am in awe of the way you move from one set of images to another, and so (apparently) effortlessly. It's so sensual, and so literate at the same time. The coda is delightful.
Sensual, juicy, seductive - you do this so well! It puts me in mind of Leonard Cohen's 'Suzanne' (it's those fabulous oranges) . I adore the wry smile of the closing lines - the fruits of passion - irresistable! S ;)
you can't! ! ......you will smile.....and oooooze with excitement! ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ooh you sexy thing. Hope that orange stall isn't next to a bridge!