Art courtesy of Artmam
Artist: Shevchuk Aleksander
Rain Dancing
Creamy travertine swirls surround elegance of egg and dart border separating brick- laid patterns above...below squares of lovingly laid marble tumbled buttery soft and wet beneath paired naked feet securing legs entwined absorbing so as not to slip when showers of rain-like droplets stream incessantly over her golden hair and the hazel in his eyes mesmerized as the silken luster of polished stone compares to the lure of her summer-sunned skin soothed by the pristine quiet of his lips in kiss and the sweet-honeyed taste of her who by his hands French-milled cleansed in irresistible scent and delicious warmth of two lovers dancing a merengue behind the dappled glass amid the rising steam of caustic caress and blessings of morning's bliss.
I can only add an echo of what has already been said here, Taylor. A beautiful art poem that invites the senses to experience the moment as though we were there. Beautiful imagery, soft, and deliciously sensual. Elizabeth
I loved it! French-milled huh, Yes! Those soaps are very creamy and smooooth... YOur poem is so richly done from your Soul Taylor! It is truly GREAT! WArm HuGs, Sheee - YOur words stuns me - WOW! As rains cleanses! I felt a cleansing reading this delightful- romantic Vintage poem!
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2006
My immediate impression upon reading the first stanza was seeing the rich visual imagery and descriptions of the marble and brick and the way you connected them to the tactile senses: "the creamy travertine swirls" and marble, "lovingly laid, tumbled buttery soft and wet, between paired naked feet" and "the silken luster of polished stone" It put me there in that steamy place where loving passion intensifies the heat and steam within this piece. There is a sense of deja vu here that creates a longing in us to return to those glorious moments. Then the olfactory and sense of taste are brought into play, which converge with the already heightened senses of intense pleasure: "soothed by the pristine quiet of his lips in kiss and the sweet-honeyed taste of her who by his hands French-milled cleansed in irresistible scent" It is a gentle, passionate and powerfully written poem which stirs mind body and soul -outstanding!
~Butch
Makes me think of the soft warmth of Sardinian marble together with the exotic heavy scent of French hand-cut Provencal soaps... Heady and yet cool and lush at the same time... like that "special" time of dawning! :)) You capture both intimacy and freshness beautifully and with such delicacy here. Like an island sunrise. I like ! TY K xx
Beautiful write, I love the imagery...and the choice of words allowed the poem to be read almost as a recipe, a recipe for love...great job!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Hard to find words. . .even the type is beautiful. You chose the perfect illustration, the perfect font, the perfect words, the
perfect phrases. Oo-la-la!!! Love rain, love what you have done with it. . .sound you hear is all of us sighing with happiness. 'Pea' <3
This write flows like a fine rich red wine over the palate of the senses. You seem to be developing a certain sophistication with this style you have embraced. And you also find a remarkable symbiosis between the visual and the written.
Well done, and thanks also for your insightful words ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Your work Taylor never fails to take me somewhere unique and exhilerating. You are an inspired writer with a dexterous pen! I really like this style - loved this much. How's the cough ;) ;D Much love as ever, Panda:)
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
Some thunder and lightning detected in this rain dance. Oh, the fresh scent of the earth after the storm.
Soft, silky, and sensual... it does get much better than that! Your words are penned with such delicacy, my friend...with the lightest touch. EXQUISITE!!!
Oh my Taylor! this is absolutely exqusite imagery! A poem that raises love to the higher level where it belongs. Brava! You are a poet that delves into the essence!
Oh the mornings are the passionate times as love awakens new. You wrote in a lustful whisper ,my friend ,and you pen the luxury of sensual beginnings we all treasure. This is beautiful as only a woman could pen
Love,
Susan
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~Butch
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
perfect phrases. Oo-la-la!!! Love rain, love what you have done with it. . .sound you hear is all of us sighing with happiness. 'Pea' <3
This write flows like a fine rich red wine over the palate of the senses. You seem to be developing a certain sophistication with this style you have embraced. And you also find a remarkable symbiosis between the visual and the written.
Well done, and thanks also for your insightful words ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Regis
The art reminded me of one I did...posted on this page...art piece 21 Gazing!!
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?AuthorID=11577&id=19526
Love Tinka
Love & Light,
Joseph
Hugs, Myrna
-- Jeff
Warmest regards,
CJ
Love,
Susan