Intoxication

I love to get beseized!

 

Intoxication

 

Fused on seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years

To behold one’s simple desire

To touch and shout

For pleasure of rosy counter-effects

 

Drop by drop sweat that boils whole flesh

With salt and pepper and sauce

With gravy and grin and fever

The hotness keeps mounting

 

When you don’t bite a word

Just by touching as though it’s a deaf-and-dumb play

In music without sound

Only, we could hear – it’s a vibration of

Nerves to nerves

Tongue to toes

Eyes to eyes

Through pick of mad senses

 

It’s life ever born!

Reviews

[Ruth]

There is such vividness to your writing Raja! Always a pleasure to read your poetry, I am glad I saw your work lol
This is as intoxicating as the title, great job!
xx

[Ivory]

I agree that this is a clever piece, with wonderful wordplay...
Loved the ending lines...

[Stormy]

loving the cleverness in the wordplay

[emmajoy]

Laughing, but at the words below your title!

Clever writing, Raja, and so well displayed. Your words, though brief, explain the feeling, the content of the poem.. and it flows!

Thank you so much for sharing.

[Snuggles McClintock]

I really enjoyed this, especially your line of "The hotness keeps mounting," that really drove the home your theme of insatiable vs. embracing

[An owl on the moon]

This is wonderfully wild to the senses, moving about like a strong wind. A brilliant fusion of words and feelings, alive with the touch of intoxication. Amazing read!