15 January
blow out the candles and close the door
you command me softly
in the blackness
i am bald and garmentless
as your tongue glides over me
i am wild and murmurous
white knuckled in the cool sheets
the blue moon illuminates
the yew in the garden just outside the window
and your spirituous silence over me
imaginary gardens with real toads
poets united
knuckle
tongues
candles
wild
murmurous
silence
yew
garments
blackness
candles
spirituous
bald
door
moon
imaginary gardens with real toads
loved the use of the prompt words.. and the sensual mood of this poem...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.
ReplyDeleteWow, I love the wild & murmurous words specially that second stanza ~ Excellent weaving of words ~
ReplyDeletewell now...i probably should go take a shower now...nice heat...and i like the shift to the tree and then back to the silence...
ReplyDeleteYou wrote a wonderful poem with these words. Loved it.
ReplyDeletenice use of the prompt words...
ReplyDeleteSO much in blue moon light brings joy.
ReplyDelete"I am bald" immediately took on its full meaning when followed by "and garmentless." Quite a quick surprise, and very, very effective.
ReplyDeletevery sexy ~
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