Short Spooning Poems
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Lovers Truth:
If truth
could but explain to youth,
the joy of midnight flesh,
is nothing
when compared next to
the bend
of old bones
spooning.
Thoughts read, fridge raided
Opposite me with a wink
She smiles with a twist
Sultry spooning her wet lips
Mint Ice Cream kisses adorn
.
We met 'neath our moon, miles apart,
at the same time, sharing night's art,
spooning our love with each lonely heart.
Spooning my love, my kin would be proud
But, we're beginning to draw a crowd
Our dog began to cry
Then our neighbor dropped by
If two's company, then three's real loud!
Sweety, tell me your favorite position?
Spooning with two men
...one man calling me honey
...one calling me mommy
BY
OLIVE_ELOISA
1:46 AM
APRIL 11. 2014
I'd like to speak romantically of spooning and mooning but, alas,
My childhood inspired a thought much more vivid and, well, crass.
As a rule-breaker I oft had a wooden spoon applied forcefully to my bare white moon (ass!)
spooning atmosphere
dust off you, lilac
eyes with you again
and the water's tight
urges in your hair
rain's attaching
us cheek to cheek
we are the same
tears as flowers
forever
drops; though a
christened fall,
raincoat,
scented
song
There is no need for thermal underwear
Passion so hot keeps me warm in your arms
I feel like a rainbow with every touch
If it is love or lust matters not I must
Have my chocolate kiss and caramel spooning
Making me such a silly bird swooning
So deep in your space we are one
Running in place to meet the sun
While we're spooning under the moon,
Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,
Planting smooches on love's face,
Old as the whole human race,
Your kisses spark my hand,
Well met upon this land,
Lip syncing me with such flair,
Love kissing Mr. Debonair,
Not really quantum physics,
More of lover metaphysics,
Romance blesses each kiss,
Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss!
I was lost to yesterday
She had fled to tomorrow
Distance growing between us
A foreshadowing of sorrow
Sticky sweet love
Intertwined in doubt
Spooning our secrets
As suspicion mounts
Her feet are cold
The sheets emotionally bare
Refusing admission
To the requiem of a love affair
Soured by silence
Truth coalesced
Yesterday doesn’t want
Tomorrow to confess
I'm just an old shovel, who loved spooning around
Scooping up and over again, the same old ground
I’ve handled jobs, few others would call profound
Always piling high, and patting down a big mound
Some folks leaned on me, if no seats to be found
Then gave me a shoulder, when homeward bound
When on the scrap heap, I never made one sound
Got shafted damn good... but, I’m on the rebound
the center collapses
the density of suffocation merges
we feast on bitter blood
caged in these last few days
just before
the shot rings out
the pendulum traces eternity across our backs
we put our fingers in to reassure us
the wheel itself emerges
through coupled hands we dream
spooning on the bed
the wheel of years turns our tails to heads
in the echo of scales, eyes like eyes
coils slipping through lashes
embracing light
Lovers spooning in harvest moonlight,
Unaware of man in the moon,
Amorous the nude mooning,
Of the man in the moon,
Pleasures reaped of sow,
Harvest of earth,
Two lovers,
Shucking,
Corn!
Gathered of golden harvest autumn,
Harvest moonlight gives approval,
Essence love, reflects brilliance,
Of the source majesty,
Pleasures bare witness,
Lover’s rejoice,
Of choice…love,
Sacred,
Voice!
For Contest: Harvest Moon; P
In Honor of Debbie Guzzi