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



14 comments:

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

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    1. Thank you for such beautiful words...:)

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

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  3. 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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  4. This late night dinner does sound delicious ;-)

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  5. Delicious late night dinner...

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