Monday, 22 April 2013

Bed Tea-se


Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth 



 Moonlight spun strands veiled from dewy-eyed Sun
Or, the poetry book, open at the page you left unread
Bare pearl poised skin, with pristine angelic bosom
Or, an empty chair across the unpolished wooden table
My parting lips or, the hum of my warm-honey-tongue
Tousled bed-cover unraveling my modesty-much-siren
Or, the tranquil snow patiently kissing the naive-horizon
The precious sight from the gold-dust tainted glass
Or, the melting warmth that the blatant candle renders
Anything or,
Everything
To beseech your hushed heart
To offer to your matted thoughts…
Shall I wait for you?
On the late night dinner, of course…


I am sharing this poem with Mag 165



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14 comments:

  1. gautami tripathy22 April 2013 at 08:54

    Sensuality here is well brought out....


    in naked glory, I forget myself

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  2. Anonymous22 April 2013 at 10:06

    This is absolutely breath-taking, sensual, elegant, you have amazing talent =)

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  3. Pirate22 April 2013 at 13:18

    Your poem just sounds so delicious whispered aloud. Very nice work.

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  4. Brian Miller23 April 2013 at 05:17

    smiles...yes, do wait...there is some nice heat simmering just beneath the surface of this...nice textures as well in the warmth still lingering...lovely

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  5. Amrit Sinha24 April 2013 at 02:47

    This late night dinner does sound delicious ;-)

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  6. Tess Kincaid25 April 2013 at 11:42

    Delicious late night dinner...

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  7. Locomente2 May 2013 at 02:24

    Oh so romantic it is!!1

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