So, I wrote this and figured I'd record it, just for fun and because I haven't recorded anything for a long time. Couldn't quite get it to turn out as I wanted, but hey: that's life.
Lovin' y'all.
GREENGAGE GIRL
Give me a kiss from a novel
built on chocolate and rosehip wine,
mortared dreams of damson and pear
and strawberry raspberry plum
crushed between our toes like eyeballs
eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose,
lips like burnt-black sugar crystals,
grainy on your tongue, teeth, fingers
clasped like sweet sandpaper seedlings
around your dark brown roots and hair-
covered furrowed brow of daisies,
chained together with a story
wrought of sunny banks and fishing rods
and moss around your gentle throat.
I wake across a thousand miles
of morning sun and sailing ships,
and understand that kisses never build a dream.
They grow one.
EDIT: grr, YWS doesn't allow mp3 or ogg uploads.
here's the audio
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I totally agree with Skye, Bob.
From here on out, I am going to read each of your critiques in whispers against the backdrop of Louie Armstrong.
I love you man.
If you ever want to write a poem to me, and speak it in whispers, please remember to tell me how pretty you think I am.
-Slick
Mmh... You have a sexy voice.
This was a fabulous poem, both out loud and on paper, which seems to be a rare accomplishment indeed. No criticism, just love.
Okay, I can't listen to the audio because my computer is evil... But I can slather a useless comment on you. This is the best thing you've written in a while. I love how in your poems, every word seems to fit with the trend, the theme. It's beautiful. The poem seems to be an idea, a noun, itself.