of a son
moist path between boughs
fertile animal eating
wild berry gently
The truth is I am throbbing inside of you right now The truth is your lips quiver to my pounding meter The truth is you are swollen gushing with our verses
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘a conversation’ prompt.
d’Verse prompted us to look back over the last year; choose a poem that calls to us; and write a response to that.
I selected a poem by my friend Lia- ‘The truth is’ because I love the idea of a poem manifesting itself in a body that can enflame our hottest, fiery passions.
Below is Lia’s poem, which my poem responds to:
The truth is I always want to be with your poem’s body The truth is I always need the poem inside of me
My lime for you beryls with deep pine I coral to salmon your puce Your yellows both amber and chrome me Your bice leaves me verting for spruce The teals of your blues, they cobalt me I can't help but rose at your flush There are kelly and coal in your sable That leave me aplum and ablush Please mauve me to perse at your ginger Bister me to chestnut your green My brick is now flaming vermilion And my pearls glow bright aquamarine If I can't pea with you-- I'll go apple My azures for you burn sapphire I'm sure ivory will soon saffron me... For you've set my whole palette afire
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘Synesthesia’ prompt.
This d’Verse writing challenge is to incorporate music in our poem from the perspective of a synesthete, to write a song filled with colors.
Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Still your flesh your mind and your heart hurt through it Your sweet wet heat like steaming moisture Burning yet again to do it Home, but really you are there In fancies and fantasies Drowning in your memories Pulsing, fragile sanity Why can't you ever forget it Why can't you just let it go Why can't you stop sweating It's all you know Can't but Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Think those thoughts Those that leave you all twisted in knots Even in dark December Smoking white hot ember So hot blooded Ruled by primal passions The fire just won't go out Ember refuses to burn to ashes Glowing, your skin is flushing Heart behind ribs hard pounding Breath, excited fast and short Heavy beating that's sounding Why can't you ever forget it Why can't you just let it go Why can't you stop sweating It's all you know Can't but Think those thoughts Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot Those that cause you to remember Smoking white hot ember Think those thoughts Those that leave you all twisted in knots Even in dark December Smoking white hot ember
