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Kissed Anew
by Julie Adams
When his warm, gentle lips purse to touch my flesh
I can feel my skin softly swoon towards him,
eager as a flower to press and savor his love
in the soil of my body’s sensory memory.
Again and again, I draw those lips to me—
insatiable, insistent, intimate; the allure
bubbles under the skin, valleys of molten ruby lava
aglow in these veins, winding red ivy vines
from my garden to his and back, the leaves flutter
like scarlet butterflies in the air between our cheeks.
And our smiling crescent mouths arch like the trellis
where we connect and taste love, awash with light.
03/25/2010 Posted on 03/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/25/10 at 06:37 PM Embracively tender and romantic. I miust admit that, "soil of my body’s sensory memory" is a wonderful idea. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/25/10 at 09:43 PM This spring, your romance, it is the stuff that lyrical poetics are made of. smh |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/26/10 at 12:58 AM ... so very wonderful...... |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/26/10 at 01:19 AM Hey, didn't I write this? No?? Well, then, I wish I had! ;-) Earthy sweetness, and just enough over the top. Nice! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/26/10 at 07:59 PM Spring is in the air. Wonderfully romantic. Simple but elegant! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/27/10 at 12:37 AM Quite, quite divine... Thank you. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/28/10 at 10:11 PM I love how the words weave themselves like vines around the inspiration. The various verbal and visual combinations help tone down the syrup, but just enough to keep it just right, sweet for the pallet. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 03/30/10 at 04:54 PM Such vivid imagery. Great wording as well. I can feel the passion in your words. Kissed anew indeed. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/03/10 at 01:51 AM Nice and sexy Julie....CharMin |
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