I want to love her like a rainy Sunday.
I want to breeze in the back door,
Trailing low bruisy clouds from my hair.
For her, I want to be heart-catchingly gorgeous.
I want to be the most filthy beautiful woman who ever made the fields falter and bow.
I'm not, of course.
I am older than late afternoon,
And as plain as garden mud.
Still, I blush darker to say,
I dream of her--
And my desire, far from fading,
Has only grown more insistent.
When I was young, I was blank blue sky;
Now I blow in where I will, brooking no argument, scattering the crows.
I want to leave her soaked inside like church gloves left on the roof of the car in the storm.
I want her as fragrant as rain grass.
I want to think, "I love my own smooth face when I am this close to her."
I want to love her like a rainy Sunday.
I want to keep her inside,
In bed,
All the sweet afternoon long.
_______
magpie 60
47 spoke through the ouija:
I feel like I may never need moisturizer again--drenched in this sensual slew of images. Let it rain--it's good for the crops. And that sleepy Sunday feel is perfect, with the gusts of mood and personality blowing through to keep it from being boring. Quite the opposite.
soaked inside like church gloves....hot hot hot...and nothing wrong with mud you know...smiles.
Oh wow..........this is utterly gorgeous. Love the rainy Sunday and breezing in the back door "trailing low bruisy clouds" from your hair. LOVE "I am older than late afternoon" and "scattering the crows". The gloves on the roof of the car - how do you THINK of these things, that are so unique and brilliant? Love the ending too.
So richly felt and passionately expressed. Who could resist?
Everything Sherry Blue Sky said + those faltering fields. Such passion. Right on!
Wow! Whoever she is, she's one lucky bitch! And garden mud is full of good stuff, you know.
I agree with Lolamouse...Whoever is the object of your desire, they're quite fortunate.
"...low bruisy clouds...plain as garden mud." Wonderful, mind-blowing images, as usual.
So sensual and sensuous. It makes my soul sing songs of lustful intentions.
ain't nothin' wrong
with all this desirin'...
nothin' at all
they's the hungry words of a have not, darlin'
which the havin'
wouldn'tve had
at all
A very sweet afternoon it would be :-)
long afternoon////lovely
Spring Aloha from Waikiki
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Just beautiful! Love this especially:
"When I was young, I was blank blue sky;
Now I blow in where I will, brooking no argument, scattering the crows."
The moody sensuality of this piece fits its title perfectly. Nice!
All that fire and water is making my monitor fog up, in a good way. Wow!
Wow... So much emotion all wrapped up into one wonderful package! I just love it!
Becca from www.askbecca.com
fragrant as rain grass
Mmmm... what perfume...
Trailing low bruisy clouds from my hair.
What a line!
Nice FB!
That is one hot write, lady.
That's beautiful, Shay -
Beautiful take on the prompt, 'I want to love her like a rainy sunday', if there was only this line, the poem would have been worth creating, but there is so much more!
I can hear the rain as it rolls down the skylight glass ..
That is very good. Gorgeous, in fact. Really, truly, I think it is very good.
I don't say this very often.
what a great reponse to rain drops I can only agree with all your other compliments
Erotic pleasure!
Your poem created desire in the first line and filled in the colors with each new brushstroke. Wonderful free expression!
My, my, my! Could this be more sultry, more sensual, more perfect?
You? Plain as mud? If you are soil, Shay, then you are the beautiful rich dark soil that feeds and nutures.
This was as Mama Zen said - sultry, sensual and perfect.
Just beautiful and inspiring write.
Enjoyed it :)
Short Poems
"I am older than late afternoon,
And as plain as garden mud."
...
But the wisdom acquired by fully living those pre-noon and early afternoon hours add the wonder and glory to the wild women who embraces the onset of dusk.
...
Just sayin'
love those soaked church gloves! This is breezy, sensual and delicious!
going out is afterall over rated!!
Love ya Shay on any ole rainy day
Beautemous!
Beautiful... sensual, powerful piece of writing.
Very sensual, very beautiful, very good!
Anna :o]
Can smell it...!
misty dew
With words as rich as those you have reached a place of loveliness in her eyes. Wow is all I can say to this and wish upon a star that someone would feel that intensity for me.
Gorgeous. You're giving me spring fever. I especially love "I am older than late afternoon, and as plain as garden mud".
Your words speak for many ...
Potent and personal. Very nice.
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I want to love her like a rainy Sunday.
I'm sure Caddoc would agree with this sentiment!
great metaphors
such lust
Romantic, tastefully erotic. Love this!
This is both fabulous, and breathtaking Shay....your metaphor of rain and love and longing is amazing....love every line! :-)
Your writing is incredible. Very sensual and beautiful. I always look forward to reading your Magpies.
Wow, let me fan myself for a minute here :) I'm not a big poetry reader (by that I mean established poets), but this really reminds me of Walt Whitman. Except he'd be saying "he" not "she."
you took my breath away.....
so beautiful.... my favourite lines-
When I was young, I was blank blue sky;
Now I blow in where I will, brooking no argument, scattering the crows.
Reading a poem after a long time... glad it was this.
Cheers
Padmavani
Wow the whole feeling of rain and the last line...takes me back so quickly to those midwest Sundays...of spring and summer...a rainy Sunday...perfection....bkm
"I want to leave her soaked inside like church gloves left on the roof of the car in the storm." That is such a spectacular description. The whole poem is full of them. This is a beautiful love poem, Fireblossom.
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