Love Sonnet IX
Your skin is Earth tone,
deep brown, fertile
with flowering life
and the fragrance of pine
and Mahagony-filled mountains.
Oak and Sycamore take root in your breasts,
as your mouth breathes in summer rain
and exhales oceans of
whale songs sung in
worldwide symphonies
that burst with blue-green mist.
Love, my fingers move through
your natural hair, as
my mouth devours you in poetry.
redzone 9.28.2024
Oh my, those second and third stanzas…
This is gorgeous. The richness, the beauty..GORGOUS.
And swoon-worthy to boot.
Hi Mary, you swoon and I blush! er… I mean, can I blame it on those blue lips and eye shadow?? er.. there I go blushing again, what the hell!?? What I mean to say is, Thank you for such kind words and always welcomed visits. Curt, backing out the room before he is bopped upside the head. ;0)
You’re very welcome. Watch your head…
Well I don’t think any woman would know what to say after reading THIS, and it surprises me as I read your poetry how much alike we seem to express poetry, love and nature all together in oneness. This is beyond gorgeous… though it paint such a vivid imagery of flesh, but it goes deeper than this, speaking of a higher love as it flows through everything. Outstanding, magnificent and simply Breathtaking… Nirvana and “come as You are” perfect words for such poem… Thank You!
AAAWWWW!! And now I am blushing again. Light, what is “gorgeous”, is your comment.
And I must also apologize, I have not read enough of your words to get to know your poetic expressions and beliefs. Something I will correct. My only excuse is that I am new here at SR and just beginning to feel my way around and reading the poetry here. Poor excuse at that.
But I do agree and I am glad you see that we humans are capable of so much more than we are at present. We have the capacity of great love and understanding of everything around us, how we are both individuals and connected at the same time. We are small when compared to the world around us, and yet what and who we are can determine the fate of our existence. I think poetry should communicate this as well as be the center of how we shout against all oppression.
Anyway, a much larger conversation. Thank you so much for your kindness and your comment on this poem, Light