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.

[Rosalind Gale]

Riesling is my favorite wine: I could use a glass right now given the heat of your poem - for it has moved in me great feelings.
Rosa -xx-

[icaros13]

*awe-inspired silence...*



I'm totally speechless. My personal favorite of your works. "Fossil me in the Buddha of your; cavalier." One of the most incredible lines I've read. This poem touches me in a distinctly personal way. Your vocabulary is formidable, and as always, your use of that vocabulary is unique and beautiful. More than special.

[Eve]

If only I had words like these to sing, so romantic in a lustful sort of way, it's naughty, it's nice and it's a breathful of longing,~i also wish i had your knack of reviewing, usually when I am moved beyond the words all I can say is I love it!