Written for poetry class, 22-23 Sep 2007, from a list of 20 words about an object.
in the setting sunlight his eyes seem green
gaze heavy as the Toronto August air
vines of hair obscure his face
leaving pink shadows waiting to be explored
his breath feels fresh and sweet
lips like summer fruit
ripe and perfect under yours
refreshing your memory of
a first juicy bite
the dusk air is cool on fevered skin
as he removes your worried rind
gestures made messy by nerves
he says he hates his skin, but the red scabs
and hard spots remind you of playing outside
and the tender places are newer sensations
softly you kiss seeds of affection along his shoulders
his voice is warm sweet earth in your ears
and as your flesh touches
your shell splits and comes off your body
left to crisp in summer heat
Tags: class work, free verse
September 30, 2007 at 1:32 pm
*tee hee hee*
I like this.
*tee hee hees away*
October 28, 2007 at 11:33 pm
this is perfect. utterly, magically perfect.
I also like the story with the cacti.
and ‘206 Rue Bernard Ouest.’
i shall visit here more often!
February 5, 2008 at 6:38 am
What a wonderful poet you are, this summer love story poem is just terrific too,