I Body of a Man

I body of a man

whose face remains a stranger in my thoughts.

Face framed with wild hair, skin lit with lust,

eyes of blossoming daffodils, petals tinted gold.

Breath grazing my skin like sweet kisses

in the darkest hour of night.

 

I feel his touch in fragments,

each petting in a different place.

Fingers soaring across the bone of my hip,

palms drifting on the curve of my back,

wrist moaning on my stretched neck.

 

His lips peck me like a sunrise,

their start a raging fire of hue

before they torch my soul in sun,

and upon the night they set over me,

wrapping me with desire.

 

I see his essence in shades of fruit,

skin of a red apple, contents rich with juice,

his dreams seeds to be planted,

his strength firm, like branches of a tree,

past like leaves falling with seasons

and roots dug deep into grounds of nature.

 

I see him singing the song I long to hear

but have not yet heard sung,

I hear his voice more chipper then birds,

his dance like the tango of cool winds

as they glide higher then the mountains.

 

I body of this man.

Reviews

[ice]

Excellent poetry.....all lines are very effective.
A mixture of Neruda and Whitman, yet unique, from a womans perspective.
I read this in the contest, but forgot to praise it...
Enjoyed reading it very much.
ice

[Drako]

i needed a boost in mood today, so i turned to your writing. this description of your love for this person, your desire, is so vivid. it reminds me of better days, happier days in my relationship when i felt something similar. i say similar because these could not be words from me, for they are your very unique words. this is your description, and i can relate. how great this feeling must be for you to feel. when i read your work, i feel what you feel. each time, the emotion comes through so clear. and with each work, i think i find a new favorite piece of yours. this reigns as my favorite, for about the next five minutes until i read another. but honestly, i can't choose a concrete favorite because you're always this good

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great use of metaphors..he sounds delightful

[Chelsea]

This was beautiful. I loved the words you chose to describe the passion, and the metaphors you used. Very good.

[Markymark]

Hi Cassandra. Was looking for something new and found it. Rich in metaphor, and yet the eroticism unmistakably there, whether in symbology or even a third layer of subtle meaning. You have talent, and I enjoyed reading this piece. Thanks for sharing.

[Claude]

The words are intense and natural. The imagery is fresh with excitement and new discovery. Beautifully expressed!

[Tony]

Wow, enchanting imagery!
With words and phrases like "stranger" and "have not yet heard" it sounds like an appreciation from a distance kinda thing. Every stanza-- a fountain of poetry. Very beautiful and passionate write.

[GTVile]

Last line of the last stanza, "higher thAn the mountains." Other than that, a good write indeed. I like the tasteful application of metaphor.

[WhiteWolf]

exquisite, miss Cassandra. I find this to be a very delicate sounding work, it's mood reflecting and ebbing in your gentle, subtle words that leave me with an impression of a faintness like the brush of a feather.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Yet another good piece, sweets! Lots of lovely lines with clever twists.
"wrist moaning on my stretched neck"
and
"His lips peck me like a sunrise,
their start a raging fire of hue
before they torch my soul in sun,
and upon the night they set over me,"
-stand out for me.
Great flow! Forbidden fruit, representation of this man?
Well done!