Romanced muskiness-
night highlights insect flambeau
signaling love’s code;
amour pheromones broadcast,
firefly affair caught, hand held.
March 10, 2022
Firefly Tanka Poetry Contest
JCB Brul, Sponsor
Categories:
muskiness, insect, nature, night,
Form: Tanka
I inhale the scent,
slightly sweet and smokey
pungent with the overtones
of alcohol to burn.
The first taste rolls
along the tongue,
Rich and Rare Reserve,
and I'm tasting you.
Smokey, smooth,
acrid overtones,
just a touch of bitterness
enough to recall: highs
are only as tall as their lows.
The amber floating in the glass
reflects that golden brown
flecks of your eyes,
nose to nose. Swimming
in your depths.
I close lid and lash to shut out
the HD video stream,
only to smell leather
and Armani blended
with a hint of muskiness,
and a shiver attacks
my spine. You.
Slowly, I open my eyes
taking one more sip,
Ensnared by a smile
across my table.
Eyes darker, warmer
Crown Royal Black
floods, heating my
cheeks and breast.
Yes, it seems I adore
my bourbon from Canada,
my men from Texas,
and my memories
rich and rare,
and bittersweet.
Categories:
muskiness, desire, lust, remember,
Form: Free verse
Near the lobby in the great room
we first make our rendezvous.
A breathy trip up to my stateroom
and I am at last alone with you.
I sense your fragrant muskiness
as I tease off your tenuous cover
and reveal the lustrous duskiness
of your dark body to your lover.
As your wrap falls to the floor
and in all your glory you disrobe
the hungry demon waits no more
and I encup your tempting globe.
I cannot think what may transpire...
Shall I regret today's caprice?
But I cannot vanquish my desire
and sweet passion will not cease.
Deferred until tomorrow all guilt trips
and now, oh chocolate truffle... to my lips!
February 10, 2013
Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".
Categories:
muskiness, food, humorous, passion,
Form: Sonnet
Malevolence frolicks.
A silohoutte unclear pursues, distantly viewed.
Damp muskiness arises from the woodland floor.
Fear and intrigue comingle with curiosity.
A srceech owl obliviates the silence.
Bravery bursts my terror, cautiously.
Slow silent breaths accompany every step.
Sweat trickles downward to my tongue.
Salty and sanguine reminiscent of that last bite.
My chest pounding, pounding, pounding.
Afraid, but compelled to know.
Indistinctly, in the distant woods, darkness waits.
Entwined amid the twisted limbs stretching forth,
Groping for a flash of light to make clear the path,
Density disallows brightness amid the shadows.
Forest trees, bent, bowed and gnarled, embracing,
Hidden in the womb of darkness, pain –
All of a sudden, I am frozen in my tracks.
Leaves crunch behind me, footsteps!
I feel a hand on my shoulder…invisible.
This can’t be real, but it seems so.
Unexpectedly, someone jumps torward me.
Reaching out with a horrendous yell.
My throat tightens and no sound escapes.
Then, comes the relief.
It was only my brother
Playing a joke in the dark!
Ó November 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Categories:
muskiness, angst, imagination, nature, people,
Form: Free verse