poem: Salted Caramels

Today was a good day,

and I loved you in it,

from afar. I did not love

you because it was a

good day; nor was it a

good day because I

loved you. The love was

incidental, a by-product

of things. Yet it made

the day wider and

gladder, extended its

hand to me. Not the

commanding type of

love, more the sit by

my side and make me

watch clouds build

into thunderstorms type.

 

I ate the second-to-last

plastic wrapped little

square caramel in the

house today, sprinkled

with smoked salt

and served on a sliver

of green mango. The

tastes melted like poetry,

and I wished you were

there, I wanted to feed

you some, with my fingers,

directly to your mouth to

linger and caress, your

tongue- it was THAT kind

of love, that kind of day.

Instead I sat in new

terraced soils, alone

under tropical sunlight

pondering what crossing

borders on some maps

really would do to the

natural order that

documents freedom

of thought in places

of low latitude.

I rubbed massage oil

between my palms,

and thought, I should

probably buy more

caramels; I may get

brave enough on your

next visit to tell you

the wisdom of which

the clouds informed me

today.

 

Author's Note

version en Espanol:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1518551/

Reviews

[Corset]

glad to be the first to review this one , today is the day for such reflections, all day long the scent of coconut and summer has assailed me. I was a massage therapist, sort of, Swedish massage student, and between the tanning bed, Wordman's poem and yours, I am once again reminded of sensual art of massage oils and the decadence of sweet and salty essence of love.

[Rick Puetter]

Interesting, Marie. You have a nice way of viewing the world and seeing the poetry of it. You just take careful note of what many would call ordinary experiences and you can sent them down in text and bring the experience to sharp focus. And when we look so carefully we see much more than we expect to be there. That is why it is nice to have a magnifying glass in your back pocket.

Greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Willard Wells]

I like this very much. But you can never go wrong with candy and love. i like the way it makes me feel the taste and feel of the candy has a direct relationship to taste and feel of your lover that you want to be with. Very nice and thanks for sharing.

[emmajoy]

''The tastes melted like poetry .. .. .. .. .. it was THAT kind of love, that kind of day.'

You write with such amazing hidden clarity - sense?! Beneath the wonderful phrases there are shadows beckoning the reader to read, to try to understand the near simplicity of what this or that means. You're a word alchemist whose caramels and massages ripen with their unwrapping. I love your writing, my dear long- time friend.. she who comes and goes like a fifth season. (You)

[W.k.kortas]

There is a beguiling mixture of the almost legal-brief tightness of the first nine lines or so and the playful, almost giddy tone that rears its head at times in the remainder of the piece, not to mention wistuflness manifested in the tangible and the ethereal as well. Very, very fine work.

[bob, small b. aka invs]

what a luscious poem. melts in the mind like caramel melts on the tongue. i loved it.