Sudden kisses, in lusty stealth - warming as morning sun - unmasked favors to allure and added heat to deep affection.
Those eyes, fair heaven should be spangled with such stars - and those radiantly concupiscible lips perform witchcraft.
Slow hours of marriage-like joys soon followed - lover’s tongues tanged from the sweetest flowers not of the field.
In that dear company, I surrendered, like eve's apple, that treasure - peevish, proud and idle whose natural enemy is man.
What I find now haunting my sleep are the nights, the years of lost and unused benefits - knowing that fault was mine.
Categories:
tanged, 12th grade, angst, courage,
Form: Free verse
Is it just me or can you hear a strange sound whispering?
Do you feel a strange chill from the winds now gathering?
The quiet voice in my mind is slowly unquieting.
The corners of the street hide behind them a world you thought you knew.
Glimmers of dark light seem to be breaking through.
You see in the eyes of people that you meet that trust is only for fools!
Is it just me or is the ether tanged with fear? When you think back twenty years it feels like you’ve never been here.
Is it just me or do you think that you’re lost too? Our country has changed around us and we seem to not know what to do.
Is it just me?
Categories:
tanged, angst, anxiety, dark, fear,
Form: Free verse
The sun is setting,
Over the ocean,
Hidden, now,
By long, thin clouds.
The sky is laced,
With brilliant streaks,
Of pink, orange, red, and blue,
Fading into the darkening east.
The ocean is a deeper blue,
Than any I have ever known,
almost purple, it seems,
Against the orange sky.
Palm trees are swaying,
In the salt-tanged breeze,
Their greens, browns, and greys,
Vibrant in the sunset hues.
Seagulls soar in the golden hues,
Dark shapes with lonesome cries,
Heralding the coming night,
High above the white-capped waves.
Categories:
tanged, nature, night, ocean, paradise,
Form: Free verse
when things are springing and
i'm diggin' into a lively summer
and the sun's downing the day
and the earth's warm with love
i play, i dig, i dream
i work, then play some more
i pluck, and turn, and wet
my appetite for life
retiring to repast
i pull my digits to
a pentagon point and
inhale - deeply the scents
from under fingernails
a loamy tanged radish
relishing heritage cukes
meeting bliss of better boys
better days, even now
a botany so lustful,
and good moaning too
soon the cooling solstice
will fallow your terra
but now, your swelling,
your musky fragrance
brings ****** of appreciation
and appetite for even more
to wish to share it
the sheerness of light
the fragrant breeze inhales
the sense of scents
and a budding lingual taste
- the dirt of desire
© Goode Guy 2013-05-28
Categories:
tanged, earth, food, garden, heart,
Form: Narrative