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Sweet interlude

how treasured the luscious mango

full lips seek only the sweetest flesh

in strands of sun drenched gold

pull from stone; slip and hold

eyes laugh, I behold

the succulence of you

in your scented,ripened lair

but ...shall you share?

.

juice runs down the chin

glance invites a nectarous sin

papaya proclaims

it’s time to begin

.

tauntingly, we hesitate

transfixed as

fruit flies congregate

their syrup souls to immolate

The Feast

you marinated me in elderberry wine

to titillate tongue tip

pungent, yet refined

you added a pinch of something dark

a fervid flavor, undefined

caressed the scars with coarsened salts

in sweet savory sting sublime

..

and when the time was ripe to take

we sizzled luxuriating on fired grate

juices mingling to caramelize

sybaritic sizzle of searing sighs

flesh thus sealed, tending to underdone

a tantalizing feast

the first of many

had

begun…

 

Cream

you are the warm milk

i  cup in my hands

and raise to virgin lips

pursing to pure white

our moist milky way

dampens the night

..

copper sky

soporific stars

..

and

the creamy opulence of you

by flickering eventide light

fecund fingertips bestowed

with nocturnal sight

tousled, tantalizing, tumbling

into me

and beyond us …

Harmony

if a smile was tethered to sounds

   tell me what you might hear

the music begins as lips curl

euphonious lover, gather me near

at first morning sight

a flood of adagio Vivaldi strings

by quivering frail light

a sultry songstress now sings

lips brush honeyed lips

glissando echoes, our fingertips

when our flawed bodies fold

wrapping, moistened layers of heat

an urgent rhythm pounds

to frenzied tango beat

afterward, when the melodies have ended

we mingle, nameless needs attended

in post orchestral contentment we lay

satiated, scherzando

dulcet smiles throughout this day

Vinyl

 

placed on the platter

i reach for your tonearm

..

i’m your one hit wonder baby

i’ll spin faster, frantic maybe

 

in low light, dimly see

label blurred

giddy guarantee

when you play me

r.p.m 33

 

 

..

eyes closed, now listen

every lubricious line

Carla Bruni style, soft gasp

honeysuckle ooze, sublime

..

diamond stylus tips my grooves

undulating, rise my moves

do you like what you hear?

close your eyes…

hum me near

 

………..

before streaming, before CDs …. the raw analogue imperfection of a vinyl record spinning on a turntable. Tonearm, platter, stylus are all turntable components.

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