Rachael's Poem

pretty self explanatory lol

this poem was for Rachael

 

whose body was a siren’s call – pale and perfect.

 

whose voice entangled me in a web of nights in which I slumbered

 

whose hair was a song of songs like a chinese whisper

 

inscribed in warm seeds of earth, dark and brown

 

like the hungry dreams of cocooned pygmies.

 

this was for Rachael who’s neck was an ivory comb,

 

whose jaw was carved from diamonds

 

her nape was a column of wax warmed by my breath,

 

her back a constellation of spiralling supernovas

 

from which an ingeniously tattooed cat emerged.

 

this was for Rachael who’s collar bones sprouted wings,

 

whose chest was the lightest shield, whose shoulders

 

were round alms bowls that I begged from.

 

This was for Rachael whose cheeks were apples in my eyes

 

and when she smiled the skin of my world was radiant.

 

Her nose was a  poem weaved from the fabric of days,

 

her eye brows like the arc of spring

 

and her lips, her lips were like fire crumbling into air,

 

and as full as an ache that comes from being kissed.

 

Her breasts were like a painter’s fist -

 

small and perfect, and as round as karma,

 

dropping into my mouth like an anchor to longing.

 

Her eyes were like her laugh which were like her hands,

 

full and radiant and unreserved.

 

Her bum was a drawing that made you smile.

 

This was for Rachael. This poem was for Rachael

 

before she dumped me.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

came to visit

[DevilsNeedLove2]

Some very strong, beautiful imagery in this poem. As with everything of yours I have read, I enjoyed it very much. I know a lot of women who'd give just about anything to be described with such grace and passion.

[Emily B]

I suppose the ending was foreshadowed all along, we were just too caught up in those delicious details to realize what had happened. The artist, too, I would guess. Excellent writing.

[emmajoy]

You built that poem with such wonderful phrases... wow...

'This was for Rachael whose cheeks were apples in my eyes
and when she smiled the skin of my world was radiant.
Her nose was a poem weaved from the fabric of days,
her eye brows like the arc of spring
and her lips, her lips were like fire crumbling into air,
and as full as an ache that comes from being kissed.'

there I was, admiring the construction of your phrases, the loving words, the metre's flow and all...

then, you fire the cannon with that final line. I didn't know whether to gasp or laugh!

Great post in every way, even the bitter pill at the end. Thank you for sharing.

[Cole Spire]

LOL!!!

Sorry i had to laugh at the last line. I am sure this was very heart felt but that last line just made me laugh too hard.

Great use of metaphor and everything you discribed showed your lust for the woman.

All around great poem.