Ginger root whispers Spanish to me in my dreams
gentle spicy notes, a spread of warmth from mouth to gut
we discuss politics and blueberry creme
underneath covers our legs are intertwined
"Que quieres, mi amor?" she whispers, breath to tender cheek
I am in love with her intoxicating scent
we make plans for breakfast in bed, my first time
she leaves me there, Bast, splayed, loose
Ginger root whispers Spanish to me in my dreams
gentle spicy notes, acceptance of my every thing
we lay in bed all day, two oft misunderstood
she dances among my locs and whispers all night long...
**This week is about "secret code" though I think the prompt was different than the mere words implies. Read about it here.
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I think I totally missed the mark on this prompt after reading yours. It's lovely.
ReplyDeletenicely done....thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeletenicely done
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeleteI love the images here, the union of food and love.
ReplyDeleteIt took me a minute to realize that the last two lines are comment rather than the end of the poem. Maybe you could put comments in italics or something?
Thanks everyone for your feedback. And Evelyn, I don't think you missed the mark at all!!
ReplyDeleteКатя, I will fix that. Thanks for letting me know.