Evening's Menu
Sweet
Princess
sensual sass
oh virtue sublime
two perfect little bows
plump raspberries, fresh
tapered, moist lusciousness
wispy chili pepper spiciness pure
plucked in cool rain for love's intent
dew-dappled fruits of desire, inexorable.
Oh, like spinning the moon in your hands
there's naught but Luna's glinting your eyes
that can hold measure to those nectarous berries.
I shall consider it my honored duty, to so determine
to let the soft, deep adoration of my press to your own
be the only concern for which I shall offer my deft attention.
Oh, do not gods themselves aspire to such commitments, thus?
Your divine mouth is all I'll need for my own deliberate attainments ...
loose the moon from your tender grasp, for this moment is ours alone
its soft blue beams, the rill of romance that we swim together ... to drown.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
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