LOVE SONNET XLV
Your lips spit fire, yet taste
like Chardonnay warmed by the heat
of a poem written on a summer day.
A natural red allows
your words, a sensual touch and
flavor as they caress my skin in a
kaleidoscope of colors, each one
shifting, reflecting like a psithurism,
like a soft rustling of leaves, felt
on my anticipating lips. Your kiss
excites the blood in my veins
giving me goosebumps of desire.
Such is the taste and nature
of your lips of fire.
redzone 7.16.2025
The imagery of “lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay” is such a vivid paradox, and the way you connect her kiss to both a visual “kaleidoscope of colors” and the sound of “psithurism” is beautiful. It makes the experience truly multi-sensory. Beautifully penned.
Your comment, RomaJ, reads like the soft sound of “psithurism”. It is appreciated and I thank you for it!!
Wait…YOU are putting these YouTube videos with your poems and they match perfectly. Sly fox.
You just set couches, beds, chairs, grass, pavement, all of that on fire. Wherever women who are reading this are sitting or laying…You just cost me $2,000 and a trip to the store.
I’m okay with that. The firemen around here are🔥
Fabulous interpretation. Just fab. If I say anything else I won’t make it to the store. I’ll be otherwise detained and my couch money will be needed for bail.
Hi Ms Valuptas, I would not want your royal “whispering” (unholy or otherwise), sitting in a jail cell. How else would I receive such beautiful comments?
For most of the poetry I write, I add music. I think it adds to the feel and meaning of the poem. Sade’s song “Kiss of Life” was a really good fit for this poem. And yes, I am “foxy”… er… I mean… damn, did I say that out loud? Actually, more “wolfy” than “foxy”. But you know, wolfs can be sly too. ;0)
Anyway, sorry about the couch. THANK YOU for the comment, the visit, and for making my poem feel special!