Campfire Love

Gotta love Gypsies.

You said you wanted hoops so big you could train poodles with them

When you wore them with the matching bangles I bought, you shined

Laughing over wine and an unnecessary camp fire, you drew short

And you told me of the intensity of supernatural love

I drank from that spring for a hundred years or maybe a night

The sweat that pooled in that spot in the small of your back, an elixir

Honey that coats a soft mind hell bent on fingering those brunette ringlets

And lips that hypnotized, fogging your words, yet I still remember

It was the day of the comet and your breath became tangy with regret

You called in tongues to your dead father and took my hand swiftly

Plunging my pink skin into the white hot of a fire seasoned with oak and rosemary

I fled unburned but unhealed all the same, forever searching for my soul in every crowd

Author's Note

Ahhhhh….campfires are good!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I am a fire-aholic. So many delightful campfires over the years & now I have my wood-burning stove that opens wide like a fireplace -- always wide open, gotta have that intense heat on my skin! Back to your poem . . . this is what it means to make sweet playful love to a woman without even mentioning genitals or groping. This is what it looks like to make love to another person's very spirit. I wish for more of this kind of sensual writing on this website *smile* fondly, Margie

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

How did I let this one slip through my fingers....campfires and gypsies.. two very connective things to my own soul. I like the way your words fall upon the page similar to the way I see them..in snippets...etched memories...I love how they long to be held...how we can feel you ...up close. The real nature of your poetry subdues, seduces, and whispers sweet.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the Gypsy tale.
"I drank from that spring for a hundred years or maybe a night
The sweat that pooled in that spot in the small of your back, an elixir
Honey that coats a soft mind hell bent on fingering those brunette ringlets
And lips that hypnotized, fogging your words, yet I still remember"
I do like the above lines. I fear the Gypsy girl kiss. Too much fire in their blood. Thank you Crowley for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Laurierose]

Your poetry is so beautiful. There is no other word for it. I always find myself adding one of your pieces to my favorites' list and rereading :) The style in which you've used for this piece was more of a prose approach to something so poetic, and yet poetry in the same. There was a sort of mystical fluidity throughout that almost places one in a trance like state while reading. There was something about the fire that had captured my attention. Around the fire, many stories are to and good memory is in the air as thick as those flames. Forever searching. I believe we all are. For what? Well, that's yet to be discovered for all of us. This was magical. Great read.

[Crowley]

Dang...that was a really spectacular review!!! Thank you so much. You made me blush I think. And that's hard!

[Cherrie Palmer]

the best stories happen at a campfire. Excellent ending.

[Onlyme]

Made me think of a young couple around a campfire so in love and intoxicated not with just the wine. wink

[Crowley]

Thank you for coming by, I appreciate it. Happy Tuesday!!!

[Onlyme]

My pleasure and thanks for sharing your gifts!

[roarke]

Last stanza is stand alone good.

[Crowley]

Thanks man...just a thought while I was rereading Thinner...lol.