Rhapsody's Swagger

We danced around the fire 

                naked

our souls like whispers

                           in the wind

moon smiled gently 

               with a twinkle in his eye

enchanted trees swooned and swayed

    heaven sent some shooting stars

                             to light our desires

streams rippled in waves of elderberry plum wine 

            wild horses stopped stampeding in our wake

poppies frolicked their petals to our  pulsating tempo,

   pounding beat of our hearts thrashing

                           sounded a gentle rhythm

our bodies bent in unison to the swagger

         intertwined in rhapsody's concert  of harmony

we meshed in our perfect weave of euphoria

              rapturous exaltation that lit up our dark skies

Author's Note

Picture prompt from a friend.

Reviews

[Jack...]

It is amazing to me how you can write a poem like this, mentioning only the color plum, but have it radiate like light flowing through a prism engulfing me in all of the colors of the spectrum. I am hypnotized by the offering, overwhelmed with desire and sweating from the heat that has surrounded me. This is absolutely beautiful. stunning, delicious and penned by the most wonderul of poets. I suppose we can coin a new phrase, "Beauty pens beauty". I loved this.

[Frieda P]

You leave me speechless Jack, can't say thank you enough...

[Angel]

Now, this is the Frieda I know and love...heating up the joint, once again, and making all the boys pant.
You go, Girl!!

[s y e]

Nicely written, a lovely poem, Miss Pickles! :-) You've done a splendid job on writing this. There is so many amazing lines;

"enchanted trees swooned and swayed
heaven sent some shooting stars
to light our desires
streams rippled in waves of elderberry plum wine"

Loved these lines. The imagery is amazing! :-)

Great job

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille noodlebumble, jazzed you liked my fire dance. ;-)

[Pete Langley]

A pure picture of simple synchronicity. Wish I could dance. Nice one. P.

[Frieda P]

You can dance Pete, I'll teach ya hon.

[TL Boehm]

poppies frolicked their petals to our pulsating tempo,
pounding beat of our hearts thrashing
sounded a gentle rhythm
our bodies bent in unison to the swagger

This poem itself is a dance of light and shade - and lyric movement. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille TL.

[Kristin Lee]

Makes me think of fairies dancing in the woods under a harvest moon, or something magical like that. Great imagery and flow. Love this one!

[Frieda P]

Jazzed it took you there Kristin, thanks!

[Marie]

A wile rhapsody indeed...

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Marie...

[Quill~]

If anybody has "swagger", it's you babe! ;)
You are awesome in the Sensual genre...very impressive!
I absolutely loved the last two lines. Amazing write Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Ha that made me laugh babe ;-) Thanks so much Quill!

[kublakhan27]

"When music is your only friend, dance on fire as it intends"...the last line just knocked it out of the park...I want something like this to happen to me, I'm not gonna lie haha And no doll jokes this time Mrs. R ;)

[Frieda P]

Oh brother good thing you gave me Jim Morrison or I'd have to doll you. ;-P

Seriously, very sweet review Steve, thanks doll. ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha always a pleasure love ;)

[danish]

Great poem so much inspiring...

[Frieda P]

Thanks for the visit and review danish.

[Emerald Seas]

You can pop just the most amazing imagery in your poems. I'm seeing a gypsy dance captivating, maybe just desire being the elixir to spawn the intimate scene. A romantic moment indeed. Wonderful writing!

[Frieda P]

Love that you came up with a gypsy, and thanks Sera, you give great review. ;-)