by Philip F De Pinto
Souls would turn
And toss the phrase
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
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 © 2019 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.