Rituals In Blend~

Between blue moon

and stirring sun, gasping for the horizon

her skin in canary  chemise draped

sensual glow in dew pearls above plum upper lip

she played the navel orange across the skin of her palm

rolling citrus fluids through the rind

with controlled pressure

to penetrate the soft wood of the cutting board

sweet oils filling tulips etchings in cherry timber

back and forth

a half circle

a spiral

she played

eyes half closed

a hum caressing the inside of her long throat

the cat winding silk tales between her calves

purring

 

She pressed the curved knife to her lips

deifying feminine rituals in sun light

kissed a drop of blood into steel

lowered it to citrus rind

circling

coaxing

delicate ribbons of rich orange into pleats

a song dripping from the speakers

filling the swell of her breasts

with undulating breaths expanding ribs

she bowed her head above sensate art

juice drops on fingertips

to her tongue’s surface

ring deep

savoring

 

The navel body opened itself

to her dancing fingers

penetrating

unwrapping its surrender into blossoms

an assortment of sweet crescents

 she topped with cream

 

The plate took the offering

in its center

she placed it in the fade of the dipping moon

ascension  of the rising sun

with care

a piece of rice paper

folded in three interlaced triangles

lavender and gold

her ribbon curled like a delicate snake against one corner

enticing from a spiral rind

seasoned with mint leaf perfume

at each wrist;

she gave her phantom smile to a movement through an open door . . . .

 

 . . . .caught on the edge of a dream

rich with the scent of citrus

he touched her lips

with eyes still closed

and for just a moment

felt her smile

as she pulled him from the catacombs of ivory

into a room with a dash of sunroof

her disregard for every formula

that did not allow for chance

drowned

in the citrus

between their lips

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Goodness, what an astonishingly ap-peeling hallucinogenic love appetizer! One has a sense of an exquisite Japanese tea ceremony transferred to glorious citrus fruit, an orange glowing edible sun, prepared by an incandescent alien w/luscious lips and refined retractable antennae.

And the extolling of chance gives the whole poem a visionary utterly original I Ching feel.

As a friendly poetic gourmet, I think if I ate you it'd be excellent for rainbow image pop when my own work's thorniness obscures the roseate inner glow. You know how ironically refined Hannibal Lechter was, if you read any of the novels.

Yum.

[Geralyn Miller]

Unalloyed beauty in written form, no base metal in this golden piece.
You have a unique perspective that enables you to find the glory in the simplest things and share it with all who are privileged to read your work.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I could smell the citrus flavors, taste the tangy and sweet juices (ooo, sounds a bit naughty *hee hee*), and feel the warmth of an orange glow. Superb! You have transformed this fruit into an aphrodisiac, entrée, dinner platter, and dessert of sultry proportions. Delish!

[goltinfron_nh]

the feel of the imagery made goose bumps on my skin. The feel of the juices, the cream, the knife through the flesh.... it was like you were making love to it.

Great work

[MuSe Ampoule]

oooh...very sensual. I loved it! I hung on every word letting it roll in my mind lavishly! Very, very good!

[emmajoy]

Only you could make an orange as erotic as this, seems you see what only you can see at time; but, for me, those last few lines set your poem in stone .. 'she gave her phantom smile to a movement through an open door . . caught on the edge of a dream ~ rich with the scent of citrus he touched her lips ~ with eyes still closed ~ and for just a moment .. '

I felt as if I was watching a scene in slow, slow motion .. the movement of your hands, the knife .. the juice drip, dripping .. you're a poet/artist creating pictures for your readers to view, if only for minutes.

[Amy Bumpas]

Loved this...and who knew preparing a fruit dish could
be so sensual and exquiste. The different flavors, textures
you added where just delicious...

[Lauren Beth]

Truly astounding...never before has cutting an orange been so sensual and grand...I can literally smell the scent of citrus sitting here reading your wondrous words off the computer screen. You see the world like no other and write of it just the same. Luscious imagery...loved it...

[Maurice]

Very sensual writing. Truly beautiful. Of course, I expected nothing less of you.

[Matthew Kult]

I love citrus, especially oranges and pineapple. So much do I want to taste the citrus from your body and soul, I bet if I was to prick you, and taste the red that trickled I would taste a wonderland of different flavors.

Course if I had the chance to put my lips on you....well...that's for another time.

It's always a priviledge to watch a master craft her words.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Yum!