(image is a composition of two excerpts from the “Primavera”, by Florentine Master Sandro Botticelli)
Here, February has been one of lusty rain, of passionate wind, of sun teasing the senses, of impending gulps of spring…
GULPS OF FEBRUARY
To you I bring myself so that you may imbibe me in one gulp oh February, overflowing me with no chastity whatsoever beyond those puddles - hopeful, thus green, with the sun already undressing, of winter, the skin. Can you see how, of leaf, I bring upon my breasts, between my legs, the languor of having sprouted by now, repeatedly moist, in your rapids of morning? These are my blossoms of beginning and the grapes that will be, though not of end. For here, sweetness is that gulp that never ceases at the bottom of the body, or the glass…
Spring-with its lust to be born again and stir the passions of love in its beauteous ways of life giving beauty in a sequence of colour that bewitches the eyes and entices the senses to be as one with thee. I could drink at your fountain that sustains your beauty.
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2007
Xuxa, minha Paixão,
Whether in gulps or in slow, savouring sips, you always quench my thirst. This is poetically delightful and delicious!
Sharing that feeling of spring fever with you,
Teu Joseph
First of all, what a title: immediately draws the curious reader in.
Second, this poem: definately your best yet--and your poetry, especially lately, has taken off into the stratosphere. I've saved a good many of your recent writes, as they are fantastic, beautifully penned: you are poetry. YES! Reminds me of Pablo Neruda.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2007
I love the title and all it contains within,beautiful passionate write,God Bless,
Excellant description of Feb in your country, here it is usually the coldest month and we can still expect snows even in March so the only good thing about it is my birthday...LOL
Hugs
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2007
Great Botticelli, his paintings and other works of art will live forever. You gave him a great tribute with your poem, February giving way to spring, when grapes blossom, an exciting time to look forward to a new vendemmia. Great poem. Victor
Ah, what beauty and passion you bring to February, the calm before the storm. Alas, our February has been immured in the frozen paintings of ice, like a crystal world. But hey, with words and writings like yours, we can dream! Excellent!
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it should be read in a whisper :)
pax A
Whether in gulps or in slow, savouring sips, you always quench my thirst. This is poetically delightful and delicious!
Sharing that feeling of spring fever with you,
Teu Joseph
First of all, what a title: immediately draws the curious reader in.
Second, this poem: definately your best yet--and your poetry, especially lately, has taken off into the stratosphere. I've saved a good many of your recent writes, as they are fantastic, beautifully penned: you are poetry. YES! Reminds me of Pablo Neruda.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Michael
Hugs
Fee
Peace. Joyce
Love,
CJ
Yes, This was vintage to the very last drop my friend.
Wonderful
"already undressing, of winter, the skin.
Can you see how, of leaf, I bring" enjoyable,
Thank you for the offering,
Sincerely,
Author, Gwendolyn A. Thomas Gath
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