You dance
non-rhythmic, reverberating clangs
clash against my senses
I wait
mesmerized by wisps, scents
emitted by your chemistry
uncontrollably my mouth turns liquid
with desire, as you dance
I wait
from the heart you create
magic, alchemy enticing
tingling delight
I wait
Finally, no dance
no wait
your artistry culminated
consummation
together we erupt
in ecstasy, the rapture
a meal of love
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My husband loves to cook special meals for us.
HMM my mouth began to water!!! What was the meal
ReplyDeletehehe...you know cooking, creating can get pretty sensual...and as emeril says...bam! kick it up a notch....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis can be interpreted in so many different ways. Lovely.
ReplyDeleterapture is my word of the day!!! love the way you study and record love!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of a special meal being prepared by the one we love... and it shows that there is love in the complete process here.
ReplyDeleteVery special meal!
ReplyDeleteMyrna, you are one hot tamale! I love this!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful and sensual take on the dance of love. It is also a nice tribute to your husband, the chef. :)
ReplyDeleteGood relationships are life's treasures!
ReplyDelete*Brava*
Aloha from Waikiki :)
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Very nicely done. Filled with anticipation and desire. Love and food - two of life's greatest pleasures - nicely intermingled here.
ReplyDeletea very sensual poem Myrna! for me, there's nothing better than sharing a nice home-made meal and good wine with my loved one... next day the world!
ReplyDeleteWow! Food is quite sensual, but this is quite the description!
ReplyDeletexo Erin
What a sensual and beautiful poem. And thanks for your comment in Poets United!! You are welcome in my blog any time.
ReplyDeleteThat was a very sensual piece, tantalizing all my senses.;)) Loved it.;)
ReplyDeletexoxo
Myrna,
ReplyDeleteA delighful read.
I do hope your meal was also delightful.
I could hear the clash of the pots and pans!!!
Lovely....
Following your blog too....
Best wishes, Eileen :)
As a chef/poet, I have a great appreciation for this poem. The rhythm is intoxicating. It's probably that Boricua/NY fire inside you. :)
ReplyDeletenow that sounds like a wonderful meal..delightful myrna
ReplyDeletesweet poetess,
ReplyDeleteyou are a super star here.
keep shining.
xx
A delicious poem!
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