by Philip F De Pinto

What rich

Intercourse ours

To which

Souls would turn

And toss the phrase

Yearn mouthfuls

Removed from spooning paradise

And the forbidden fruit of you

Made jam and in jars preserved

The caps of which I would twist off and scoop

On toast in retrospect

Such preserve as I am no longer privy to

As the skiff of your creamy face and crew

I was once made privilege to lap

Has sailed

Still I kiss you

Square and full in the sails

If only you knew

How in such as can recall

Your sails kiss mine squarely and fully in return

And the catamaran of your hips

Still move in concert with mine


Posted on 02/09/2017
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/17 at 10:06 PM

To use some of your own words, Phil, never have I read such a romantic and lovely ode. 4 thumbs up sir from every direction of the wind.

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/10/17 at 12:53 AM

A wonderful write which I assure you 'she' memorized and reread to all within earshot!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/10/17 at 11:47 PM

Just love this full course of images and playful sensuality. Thanks, Philip!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/08/17 at 06:31 PM

What a tasty course of images you give our imaginations! I love the way yours sails about grabbing and tasting and then preparing in the kitchen of your mind such a treat. Thanks Phil. It is so good to be back here and again be challenged by your beautiful poetic self.

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