Inamorata

In your mouth you hold my heart

In your hand my dreams

 Upon your wrist the future rest

Your feet in my hands, the water cleans

The smell of your skin is my baking bread

The small of your back my home

You are inamorata, forever

 Every smile, Every step, Every cell, Every bone 

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ i really liked the way this piece of poetry unraveled... ~ the title is unusual and yet by the time one reaches the last two lines, one can relate to it so well... ~ and i like the flavour of contemporary english which gets accentuated by the the deployment of the words "cell" and "bone"... and i like the flavour of classical english which gets highlighted in the expression "The smell of your skin is my baking bread"... ~ this is definitely a rewarding read...

[Neal S]

Thank you so much. Very kind of you to take the time.

[. serah .]

~ thou art very welcome, monsieur...

[Lorry]

This must be what sublime feels like, as that was my thought from first line to last Neal. Completely capturing the essence of what one person can mean to another perfectly.

[Neal S]

Very kind. Thank you.

[Emily]

I really like this!
Keep it up!

[Neal S]

Thank you Emily.

[Papaya]

Steeped with a very very deep affection.
Really great love poem Neal.

[Neal S]

Thanks Papaya. Thanks for stopping back by!

[Papaya]

Welcome !

[Paul Bell]

Nice to see someone appreciating the opposite sex.
Though this one sounds very special.

[Neal S]

Indeed Paul. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

[AnaK]

It was nice to read it
Interesting!

[Neal S]

Thank you..