Season

Care to show your pleasure

as wicked as the day was done.

Sliding over my body

making us feel like one.

Care to tell me what is in

the fading moonlight  of fall.

That trickle of imagination

begging me to answer its call.

Care to sprinkle your lust

and watch it go down my throat.

Raging a fire in me that disgusts

all that watch it grow.

Forget me in the winter

when your heart is cold as ice.

Let me not forget the memories

even when they are my greated vice.

Reviews

[thoughts of jade]

its a beautiful poem... great write!

[fireblossom]

Beautifully written. Powerful and full of imagery. A really good poem.

[An owl on the moon]

In seasons of desire and disgust, you journey over moments and metaphors both dark and profound. Hints here of both pleasure and pain... Beautifully voiced..