Summer Heat

Nature of the beast

In the crack of my eye I see, as a stealthy cloud slithers by,

Unblemished heaven, broad blue strokes of summer sky.

Bright treasure from  this vault descends to paint, guild, anoint your skin.

Through apple branch motley, light, then shadow, dark then gold again

My perfect languid leopard.  Leapheart, snarl into my arms.

Bite cat! Scratch, scrape, cause endurance of a thousand harms.

Bloody my back, stripe me like a tiger marked, that catlike

I too can join the summer heat, feel hot sun upon me beat

Suffer fang, relish claw, pull you near with every strike

Then gasping, spent, beneath the bough relent,

Rebuild the purse we both have spent.

Drowse in my arms, rest, far too soon this day will end

Far too soon cold autumn night begin.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, well, my mind went into overdrive. Then I concentrated on the structure. Good unstilted rhymes. Some lovely alliteration ..languid leopard, scratch scrape, bloody my back. A jaunty beat. And a conclusion .... but why no rhyme here? Altogether, nicely done.

[Chris]

"Used"
- touched rather.
Touched by life and living,
shaped and brought to a present -
where YOU hold a reader's intent and attention
with a penned pause,
with élan,
with ...a run of heartbleats
a gathering of ...intended tones,
with moments that get "found"
behind our eyes
and within our being,
moments that draw
who we are to
where you were
...just a breath ago.

Chris

[Delmar Cooper]

I am touched. Knocked to my knees actually. You favor me beyond measure when you pour words such as these upon me.
Your comment is better than any poem I have ever written.
Thank You Sincerely

[W.k.kortas]

Rides the metaphor nicely from start to finish, and there's some wonderful turns of phrase (e.g., "apple branch motley", "perfect languid leopard"). You read this, and your realize your're lookin' at something by someone who knows how to use the language.

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, this is delicious. And so cleverly sexy. I love it. Enough said.:)

[Delmar Cooper]

Cat lovers seek their own.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so true. And dog lovers are so uppity about their thoughts. Of course, being of split mind, I have both, and love both, for entirely different reasons.