A day spent talking and writing

So, here’s a new one, a draft, and a sem-final version, after meeting a woman and falling madly, passionately, and helplessly into her wonderful life…

you are so sweet, i can imagine you taste like ice cream
and your skin, swept so white and thick with vanilla and cherry
that i must lick it off slowly, deeply, your very own taste of sugar
shattering the expectations of my tongue and heart

ohhhh, you are sooo shy smiles, feelings that are real and have colors
bravely intimate with a first word, smile, talk, a showy meeting
your face so muchly a spring of your selfness, fountains of you
springing, rounding my quiet, embraced in your ego’s weave
this could only be heaven…

When last did someone, anyone, such a one say here, look at me
see pretty, see my own choices on soft skin, designs of life
expressings of skin, thought, color, see my world on my dermis
here, you said, in clear eyed welcome, see my world happy

The feminine curves of your beauty ballooning past my face as color leaps
your skin flowing from nape to hip, an ankh you say, ink blurs to passion
oh frabjous day, sweet smiles and arabesques of hands

wondering i want your ego, your great fire of self hugging my listening
those swift and birdlike hands flying airily into conversations
magic, does the air define your movement, or your hands themselves
create the shapes of air where your voice paints colors deftly…

i would charm your socks away, to be the sprig and leaf upon a space
a moment or years where butterflies rest

a sec of sugar taste, of clear eyed happiness and rounded colors
smiles tempting our ears to listen more intently
skin so clear and art understood with ink and metal linings
your voice and face have tied my memory with ice cream softness,
your dancing fingertips sweeping desire in artful colors

so many lines, so many words, a shattering of birds…

I am cutting out the rewrite, this is standing on legs made well and sturdy.

About dragonpoet

But sometimes what you write is neither polished nor useful. Then it arrives here. With lots of sentence fragments and beginning ideas. If you wish, please comment on what you find. If you don't like the politics, don't comment. Here, we deal with the writing.
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