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Click hereoh come and pose just for me
and i will paint you a poem
it will be dripping with pearls
spilling wet upon your breasts
and your eyes will be skies
and your hair will be the air
oh come and pose for poetry
and i will paint your mouth
your pouted lips are parted
your tongue visible and wet
see the captured complexion
of your enraptured reflection
i will tint your toes in rose and
paint fingers that seem to linger
let me illustrate your silouette
drawn dark upon the gaping sun
and in a field of bluebonnets
i will expose for you sonnets
and if you agree to pose for me
in a pair of fish-netted hosiery
i will make my poems come
naked as the day you were born.
I did some posing this past week for two men very dear to me, and reading this poem recaptured the experience for me. Thank you!
Brightest Blessings,
Lalenya :^)
I'll peel down my hose and suppose that when my nose is full of rose, then
I'll chant the rosary because I must pay penance for you and the run in my hosiery...
(I'm not even catholic!)
...makes this a wonderful read. I like the amalgamation of painting with poetry - always do. Lovely, thank you.
the addition of the hosiery.
a woman in your favorite hose can conjure all those images that you spoke of.
Really well done
and some great language
Thank you
I like your internal rhyme in the third stanza. The last stanza is fabulous. I believe only a couple of images seem out of place with the rest of the poem: bluebonnets may be a bit too sweet, but not bad. Though, fish-net hosiery seems almost sleazy compared to the rest of your words. Maybe it's just me, but I had trouble leaping out of the field of bluebonnets and into a pair of fish nets. ;)