see what I mean by metaphorical....
I like it.
Delicious-semi sweet summer thing.
Temperatures rise makes temperature rise,
summer love. Do love the metaphors...thanks,
nice pebble.
and in return (more mushy trope, but not as good,IMHO)-
Untamed as Blossoms in Sunlight
~Michael Schneider
His lover's hair is amber
and reminds him of October, late afternoon
yellow light spilling onto a hillside
where leaves, gold and scarlet
dance and sing and cry out against dying.
*
At night she's innocent, smoke
from the tip of a candleflame
her body translucent.
She waits for him in shadow.
Her lips flicker with light.
She gives them like a cherry tree
gives its fiery berries to blackbirds
who swoop low and pluck them.
Her eyes, flecked with gold
silently sing and leap
and he becomes an offering to love
like water, tossed, flaking to silver.
He becomes a blues note on a steel string
within her, and she begins to fall
into the small jar of seeds he gathered
in meadows more distant than starlight.
*
In dream, they walk through a meadow
naming the blossoms --
foxglove, thyme, bloodroot, yarrow.
They flower and flower, untamed
as blossoms in sunlight, and in the morning
sunlight streams through white curtains
onto his lover's hair, spread on the pillow
radiant, more amber than before.
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Ever read Beth Gylys?-
Bodies that Hum
"truth in sex" poems dissections,
likened to Dorothy Parker.
women stuff- no metaphors. |
