My Lover Comes In Spring
by Ariane Scott
My lover comes in spring he brings
this scream beneath my skin, winds
my thighs takes me floating riverskies
like head rush highs I’m
down here on my knees when
my lover rolls the seas, flesh
out of space I fall to fly when
my lover comes for me
All winter he stood writing poems in
brilliant scrawls on dimlit walls I
blazed the moon I flew his flesh
love like sobs waved my chest now
when my lover writes his poems I
drink his blood he licks my bones in
spring my lover writes his poems, blows
life inside of me.
Posted on 02/12/2015
Copyright © 2021 Ariane Scott
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/13/15 at 06:30 PM|
fantastic imagery. incredible even.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/14/15 at 11:55 PM|
This is a kick to read fast and furious. Topsy turvey, passion on the loose, creepy, and vivd. Thanks for this.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/15 at 10:57 PM|
Love ablaze in this poem of intimate romance.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 02/16/15 at 12:33 AM|
I love it when you take the physical & infuse it with rhapsody, both earthly and ethereal...