Sunday, April 3, 2011

Desire



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 comments:

hedgewitch said...

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.

Brian Miller said...

soaked inside like church gloves....hot hot hot...and nothing wrong with mud you know...smiles.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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?

Patricia Caspers said...

Everything Sherry Blue Sky said + those faltering fields. Such passion. Right on!

Lolamouse said...

Wow! Whoever she is, she's one lucky bitch! And garden mud is full of good stuff, you know.

Sioux said...

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.

Raven said...

So sensual and sensuous. It makes my soul sing songs of lustful intentions.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

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

mac said...

A very sweet afternoon it would be :-)

Cloudia said...

long afternoon////lovely





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Ami Mattison said...

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!

Everyday Goddess said...

All that fire and water is making my monitor fog up, in a good way. Wow!

Askbecca said...

Wow... So much emotion all wrapped up into one wonderful package! I just love it!
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Jinksy said...

fragrant as rain grass
Mmmm... what perfume...

Old Ollie said...

Trailing low bruisy clouds from my hair.

What a line!

Nice FB!

zouxzoux said...

That is one hot write, lady.

Lynn said...

That's beautiful, Shay -

120 Socks said...

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!

Daryl said...

I can hear the rain as it rolls down the skylight glass ..

Friko said...

That is very good. Gorgeous, in fact. Really, truly, I think it is very good.

I don't say this very often.

Isabel Doyle said...

what a great reponse to rain drops I can only agree with all your other compliments

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Erotic pleasure!

Ann Grenier said...

Your poem created desire in the first line and filled in the colors with each new brushstroke. Wonderful free expression!

Mama Zen said...

My, my, my! Could this be more sultry, more sensual, more perfect?

TALON said...

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.

Marinela Reka said...

Just beautiful and inspiring write.
Enjoyed it :)
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Kim Nelson said...

"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'

Words A Day said...

love those soaked church gloves! This is breezy, sensual and delicious!

moondustwriter said...

going out is afterall over rated!!

Love ya Shay on any ole rainy day

Tumblewords: said...

Beautemous!

Reflections said...

Beautiful... sensual, powerful piece of writing.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Very sensual, very beautiful, very good!

Anna :o]

gautami tripathy said...

Can smell it...!

misty dew

Kristen Haskell said...

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.

Tess Kincaid said...

Gorgeous. You're giving me spring fever. I especially love "I am older than late afternoon, and as plain as garden mud".

Helen said...

Your words speak for many ...

Martin H. said...

Potent and personal. Very nice.

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Trellissimo said...

I want to love her like a rainy Sunday.
I'm sure Caddoc would agree with this sentiment!

mangetoutetc said...

great metaphors

such lust

Steve Isaak said...

Romantic, tastefully erotic. Love this!

Carrie Burtt said...

This is both fabulous, and breathtaking Shay....your metaphor of rain and love and longing is amazing....love every line! :-)

Shari Sunday said...

Your writing is incredible. Very sensual and beautiful. I always look forward to reading your Magpies.

The Bug said...

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."

haikulovesongs said...

you took my breath away.....

Padmavani said...

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

signed...bkm said...

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

Lydia said...

"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.