Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Two Seasons Of Love


Summer Side

Two Seasons Of Love

you lie on the summer side of the bed
where the sheets are warm
and the air tropical
where your body sips fruity drinks
through a straw from a hurricane glass
where the winds are fragrant
with the scent of bougainvillea
where you slip into dreams
of handsome young men
mostly naked and
strutting by the water's edge
of a aquamarine lagoon
where your body purrs
from moment to moment
with the fire of desire
and darkens to gold
under the bright sun

i lie on the winter side of the bed
where snow swirls in gusts
around my feet
turning my toes into
cubes of ice
where the frost nips at my manhood
with freezing disregard
and shrinks my desire
to the size of cracking acorns
where our love falls dormant
under heaping banks
of cold white flurries
drifting up against the wall
between us
beneath the icicles that fall
from the ceiling
and pierce my heart
 





 

12 comments:

  1. Brrrr ... toll over into the middle .....
    Great piece of poetry this ... nice to hear your voice too ... ~smile~

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    1. correction ... Should read Roll ... I guess I used up all the RRR's in BRRRR.... ~chuckle~

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    2. R's are always tricky ... I thought there might be a toll booth between the two sides ...
      ;o}

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    3. ~chuckle~ ... a toll booth ... now there's a thought!!!!

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  2. The intensest of contrasts, for sure, KJ. It does leave one wondering though, for the reasons behind that contrast.

    ~M

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    1. There's obviously no guest room, and the couch must be terribly uncomfortable ...

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  3. ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! snuggle up to the tropical side darlin'
    this is fantastic...nice touch that audio thingy :)

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    1. Haha ... I love the word, "snuggle" ... so inviting ...

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    1. Aha ... so, it's not just the Canadian beer, then?

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  5. I feel like I should be in a bookstore sipping coffee while the poet reads from his latest book ... xxx

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  6. I'm affected by the words, more so to hear them read. You paint an absolutely chilling picture of frozen love. Two seasons in the one bed is a neat trick! Maybe they should meet at the equator.

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