LIKE CHASTE EYES

Written by: nette onclaud



Chaste eyes stroke my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.

From shadow of lines fondled like curved brass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass

Although he’s played my shore in many chimes
I still pulsate where musk scent trails; just here,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind

Gentle navel opens a wilder croon
holding breaths captive in a mesh; a glide
of movement’s tempo sing to rising moon

Caressing now our chaste eyes, they abide
love’s virtue wafts from wings of night;
holding breaths captive in tight mesh, a glide!

Inhabiting one space where gazes meet
Chaste eyes stroke my limbs, in deep of woods.
Love’s virtue blazes skin from wraps of sheets
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.


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 Inspiration from Nobel Prize poet, 
Pablo Neruda from Chile. Excerpts from 
his poem 'Ode to Naked Beauty' follows:

Ode To A Naked Beauty

With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.

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Copycat Contest of Joann Grisetti
by nette onclaud