big cats got right up on the dining room table;
They leapt over our shoulders
as we sat sipping tea, still wearing our robes.
Tiger swallowtails swarmed around the sweet-cube bowl,
while sailors called from the samovar;
A thousand sets of hooves thundered down the hallway,
rattling the pictures of our forebears in their frames.
Wolves and wild dogs sang us lupine,
as your dark almond eyes brown-sugared my bones.
Your lips had the power to make eye or wing flutter,
and I love you now as I loved you then
at Summerdale.
______
for STWIASD, with her beautiful dark eyes and her sexy lips!
"...as your dark almond eyes brown-sugared my bones."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Well, you can only sigh when you read this and think "I'm missing something, drinking coffee and reading the New York Times here. Where are the swallowtails, and the big cats, and, and...stuff?" Sweet dreams are made of this, as the song goes.
ReplyDeletethe first two stanzas/paragraphs/whatever really set a wonderful tone.
ReplyDeleteSigh. You make me feel lovelorn. This poem Totally Works!
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's just me: but I am sensing a little Warren Zevon, a little victorian spa getaway. The mixture is amazing. Props for: your dark almond eyes sugared my bones.
ReplyDeleteYou know, forget Zevon. I sense a deeper meaning here, the dogs and the wild a mid a domestic setting conjures something I cannot articulate so I will not try.
Viva la
there really are no words to describe your love poems, so i will merely
ReplyDelete{{{sigh}}}
♥
When I read magical realism done right, fireworks go off in my head.
ReplyDeleteIt is no easy thing to present a reality which is entirely believable in the moment, but this scene unravelled in my imagination as entirely possible in your world.
Loved the tiger swallowtails on the sugar cube bowl most of all.
The power to make eye or wing flutter
ReplyDeleteA secret love in a box of crazy
Cracker jacks~the ring
Excellent, shay
~rick
Love that line "your dark almond eyes brown-sugared my bones
ReplyDelete"as your dark almond eyes brown-sugared my bones."
ReplyDeleteMy word, that's gorgeous!
Big smiles for this one. :)
ReplyDeleteSome loves make all other things disappear, no matter how loud or distracting the disturbances might normally be. I like that all the outside forces get louder and more intrusive as the poem goes along. But you two don't seem to notice.
Favorites:
"sweet-cube bowl"
"rattling the pictures of our forebears in their frames"
"brown-sugared my bones"
I like that you don't include a picture with this one, leaving it all to the imagination.
What hedgewitch wrote goes for me too.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I too love Sundays and that Ted Hughes quote is marvelous. :)
i do believe i would like it there
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