Ambrosia

In riesling muddled reverie, I dared recall

the native fluid of your sashay

Austere in earthy-toned simplicity

as calloused fingers drop to play.

Intoxicant blues-belting lover

Rising to the funeral pyre

of our charring, tarnished pages

Alight with the cindering words 

spat from the smolder of your tongue

Accusing this orphan girl of

turning lust-lashed amber eyes

to sneak at the raw of his visage.

Smoke signals spiral from the 

tease of his sun-danced hands

enveloping me tauntingly

In his dusty rose appeal.

The sensual rhythm of drums,

surrounded sultry, shadowed bodies

by the fire-spied profile of

Cherokee incantations...

fueled by the azure of aged song

the incense of your skin prolonged,

i'm ignited by the aphrodisiac of 

your fluid sashay.

Mesmerized, I creep by

the crowing harmony of your voice.

Let me live by the prosaic

of your every day mundane

I can find erotic by the sweep

of your palm,

I can satiate my thirst

enveloped in the blanket of your rhyme.

Fossil me in the Buddha of your

cavalier. 

I'll know no sense of destiny,

'till the luscious ferment of my garden

is tilled by the freesia

of your ambrosial tenancy. 

Reviews

[Perdition]

Alright then..Forget everything I said..just do THIS.. again and again. I close my eyes and the words are still mantled in summer thick rattlesnake hide. You have donned the Morrison crown in this one. The end leaves me coiling into fire...I think you are officially amber and fossilized. Brilliant and so very touching.

[Souladareatease]

Fossil me in the Buddha of your

cavalier. (That's a Gem:)
This write is full of them:)
It felt of tapioca coloured summer--sounds of the flame eh?
a great write Kris!!!

[Kristallo]

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you!

[Michael G. Smith]

Again, I don't know where to begin. I never had poetry make my legs go weak. Your words are a vertigo journey to everywhere that I've never been and the wanting of never reaching any destination.

[Kristallo]

I am so flattered and humbled by your sweet words. Thank you for stopping by to read my poetry.

[Alexandria Reece]

This is soaked in mythic sensuality, it's beyond a descriptor. It's at a lofty height above the commonplace praises of review. I must tell you, you're something spectacular! You are professional... better than most of the professionals out there in-fact! You should honestly consider publishing if you have not already. I am envious in all of the best ways. You're making me want to try harder, something I haven't felt in such a long time.

The highest praise to you Lady, bravissima!

[Kristallo]

Alexandria, thank you so much, these are among the kindest words i've ever received in regard to my writing. I honestly never thought it was good enough to try and become published, I love doing it but it seems that there are an extraordinary number of other writers with a greater craft than mine own. I am flattered and overjoyed to the deepest degree, and so glad that you found my words beyond that of the commonplace. Thank you again.

[Alexandria Reece]

You're more than welcome! You certainly have to be one of my favourites on here, if not my favourite.

[Kristallo]

Awwwh, you made my day. Thanks! Always shocked when someone really values something that i've created. I am very self-critical. :P I was sitting in my art class today, and we were talking about art classes we'd taken in the past and this woman across from me was like, "Do you like to paint? Are you any good?" And I hate it when people ask me that because i'm always like, "No." Haha. But I love it.

[Alexandria Reece]

Haha!! Well humility is so often the sign of true talent. Others are humble, because they know they are being over-praised, but you are certainly just humble! It's hard to judge one's own skill anyway, you're naturally fond of it, because it's your own piece. On the other hand, you're your own biggest critic. It's hard to tell what to think! Haha! :) I am glad to have made your day!!

[Alexandria Reece]

Over-praise is impossible directed at you! :D

[Kristallo]

Ahh, well in that regard I feel that i'm only star dust in your constellation- visually enamored by the ethereal beauty of it all. But thank you all the same!

[FJ Davis]

You do not give your love, lightly, nor, apparently, leave it to perish of neglect--or, perhaps, it's the hypnotic spell of unadulterated lust that you will not easily forsake. Either way, both poetically--and in real life, I would wager--you are a ferocious feminine force to be reckoned with.
An amazing offering, Kristallo!

[Sethnicity]

Very intimate... I love the native rituals and sensual overtones. I would like line breaks but then again it's not my poem. maybe you are wanting several moments to bleed together into the oneness of an supernatural experience. Well done. some repetition of sashay kind of muddled the imagery but I still get where it's going and was intrigued by it's deviation from your norm. Good Write!

[Kristallo]

I like the word sashay, is that alright with you, oh great and talented poet?! ..JK. And no, i'm not going to separate the stanzas, I like it as one uninterrupted stream of thought- you'll have to make your own pauses if you need them so. ;) Thanks for reading, Seth. Always a pleasure to hear your thoughts.

[Dean]

This kind of ambrosia I could consume readily. Your piece could use some stanza separations.

[Kristallo]

Yeah, I thought about doing it that way but I decided against it. I don't see how I could separate stanzas without reworking a lot of it to make a structure (like ABAB and whatnot) and I didn't really want it to be conventional in that way. Just one elongated moment.. but thank you.

[Dean]

My own stanzas are based upon the thought, usually, or at a minimum to make the poem more readable. Form is something else, and usually does not stop separation. There are ways of keeping the moment. But, no matter. The write is yours, not mine.

[Legolas]

Oh my... this is such a moving poem. The vocabulary is just amazing and it flows beautifully. Wonderful job Kristallo. Wonderful job.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words awaken the most lush gardens of spirit, so much deeper than mind can speak... visions of soft sensuality as passion's flower blooms in shades of secret... petals painted in erotic hues of warm river reds... the stirring scent overwhelms like a wine-infused dream.

[Eagle Cruagh]

AMBROSIA
You needed nothing more than the
single word to create paradise.
"Ambrosia, food of the gods". Having said
the word of delicious, you continue with
reinvention of the language, with so many
descriptive verbs that you have the reader
swimming in a new dimension.
Exceptionally beautiful poem by a gifted
writer.
Thank you
----- John