People Of Pleasure

Because we are a people of pleasure, eccentric with our instincts, enlightened by bestial verves, we invent our own mad meadows oblige to the fresh--carnal tomes oblivious to who is at home:   The ocean of skin we find peace in, the perfections we have sought, calm of blue-green-hazel eyes the silence of his tandem touch he is the moment that you crave when the ravenous world is too much...   Because we are a  people of the hunt, careless and cruel with our loves we are quick and hasty to give in the "new" is our favored food movement, our gypsy glory always hungry for a wilder story:   The fluid flush of the forbidden becomes our heightened hit, while his ocean and shores are forgotten and morbid is this motley kiss love is spoken quaintly faintly (even) close to the truth because we are a people of pleasure lust is all that soothes...

Reviews

[free2bee]

I love this poem the images you've created are so vivid that you can feel them with your mind's eye "ocean's of skin we find peace in" and " the fluid flush of the forbidden" wow! Awesome job, thanks for writing.

Karen

[Tai Chi Italy]

Great poem. I think you could separate those great last two lines to give it's statement of truth, real punch. Some really great lines in this poem, these particularly grabbed my attention,

'The fluid flush of the forbidden

becomes our heightened hit,

while his ocean and shores are forgotten

and morbid is this motley kiss


Nice to meet your work, you have a great flow.

Smiling at you

Tai