Saturday, January 03, 2009

Storm Light

The painted-flower parasol
shading the lamp
glimmers light along her gown
like moon beams.

She fingers the softness
of splayed petals
mussed in the vase alongside,

a prettily restrained pose,
whilst the touch of his lips and hand
quicken lightning through her veins,

and a thunderstorm shivers
along her thighs.


Blogger Chris Never said...

oooo, this is lovely lovely

and you have inserted thighs *grins wildly*, you know I am partial to a nice thigh in a poem lol

2:46 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...


Yes I do! And I thought of you thinking that when I wrote it too, lol!

2:48 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

The word thigh should be mandatory in all poems, variations allowable , but thigh should be included at all times, it will test those writing nature poetry etc, but the challenge will only enhance the experience for them lol

3:03 PM  

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