Whypt Syllabubs
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi
"Whypt Syllabubs"
ROMANCE
is a feast
hungry for Eros delights
sweet nothings that do tease
fingertips are running
a riotous slow and gentle race
riding bareback
warm black stallion
hold tight onto the mane
no need to hold the reins
Godiva reigns, shining in the Light
let loose rides wild and free
onto rail tracks head wet
towards a raging train
gone off the cliff lost into
tempestuous sea
Little deaths,
shimmering pearls
shaking legs and
holy trembling earthquakes
brings you to your knees
Rapture ropes its silky
way around your naked waist
further on down towards your
urgent ever present pleas
you’re laid to waste
dripping honey in a barren
state of grace
you think you’re home free
but you’re nowhere near home base
It’s a pantomime of
hummingbirds and buzzing bees
your mind's fevered
it flies with soaring condors
not defeated
way up in the clouds
your skin draped in rain and
glistening diamonds
welcoming such sweet disgrace
a smile forever on your face
Whipt Syllabubs
whisked up to a froth
Passion fruit devoured
floating on sweet wine
spoon by spoon
tasting lips divine
a quart of thick cream
two ripe Seville oranges
gently squeezed
half a pint of sack
pound double
refined sugar
whisk it very well
fill your Chalice full
as the froth rises
take it all off
spoon until you’re full
Rosemary licks and Thyme
“Whypt Syllabubs”
You whisper, delicious lips
that roam and linger
gaze into two eyes
your ardent love-spent
warrior familiar
“Sweet Valentine, You're Mine”
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EV_lBI9XPgo
2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk1TWpRJ4OQ
3. Reading: For my daughter, Georgia and anyone else who is interested in learning more about Love and Lust. My favourite man, so far, in the reading realm, D.H. Lawrence, "Lady Chaterley's Lover", EBOOK for your pleasure and further education (should you not have had the privilege to read this fine story). My first read at 19 years of age - ah, the adventures it led me on! Discovered in a packed bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, in the arms of a home much loved and lead by a quiet, solitary man, in the sweltering hot Summer of a bucolic small rural town in Queensland, Australia. This lack lustre poem is mine, but the story link to E-BOOK here is his and although his dreams were with her in heaven, he reached out to D.H. Lawrence, this was the sign of a true romantic and obviously blood runs through the genes; now that would be an interesting conversation over dinner, should there end up to be a Heaven and I eventually meet him, the other or both, for discourse.
"LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER"
by D.H. Lawrence
http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks01/0100181h.html
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