Love on which plane?
kiss me soon
distant nova
allow me your lips
while yet
you remain physical
I spooned you
a whole week
in last night’s
spacious quiet luxury
did you not notice
uncurling myself
in the warm linger
of what gives seed
your every word
tasting how you think
it will rain soon love
a cataclysm untold
in matter’s dark realm
we will need each the other
the saliva, sweat, and scent
meet me with purpose
commit to fingers and hips
to whispers and clenching tongues
the wide not unkind cosmos
will accomplish the rest
_______RS
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Delicious image and words. I love the font play.
thanks K.H. … though I am puzzling a bit over ‘fontplay’ 🙂
The typeface…larger and smaller, so fontplay was really inaccurate, wasn’t it?
ah ok. not inaccurate then, just poetic a little.
“A liquid feast with two backs!”
~ Floral Othello
Exceedingly erudite reference, DR. Have to admit I wasn’t thinking the Bard here. But check this, it goes back slightly further: “joyfully rubbing and frotting their bacon…”
see here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_with_two_backs
A most jolly pugging in the
Parpaillons, with a jolly mouthful
of that rubbing bacon!
Worth a Kings ransom 😎
100% Canadian-grown, Maple syrup infused.
How could a hungry Bard,
doing a hard yard, refuse?!
I had to go back and read this beauty again.
glad it appealed to you; thanks for writing 🙂