It cost the earth,
an outrageous slip
of shapeless silk,
mere slick of colour
that took three goes
to work out which way
to put it on.
Our eyes smiled, exchanged
frivolities to cover the waiter’s
fumbling with an obstinate cork,
wine’s rosy flow reflecting then
between collar and chin
as he poured.
How I envied the ragout
it’s ruby fleck strayed
to your glistening cheek,
the napkin’s starched pleats melting
to soft folds in your warm lap.
Slow dance of spoons
smooched through shared dessert;
long-tongued flames teased
scent’s heady confection couched
later within four-poster drapes.
Loose-buttoned layers, misleading straps –
pretending we knew what we were doing;
pretending we didn’t.
Giving up. Eventually.
Now just a crumpled bandeau
wreathing my dewy belly,
the dress with its gloating price tag
grins at us intact:
...ONE SPENDS 'OODLES' ON THAT 'SPECIAL FROCK' FOR THAT 'SPECIAL DATE' AND ONLY...IF...DURING THE COURSE OF THE EVENING, IT ENDS UP CRUMBLED IN A BEDROOM..SOMWHERE...IS THE MONEY PAID FOR IT CONSIDERED 'WORTH IT'. INTERESTING, BUT IN MANY CASES...SO TRUE. GOOD JOB AND THE IMAGERY IN THIS WORK IS JUST FANTASTIC. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
This poem of sweet memories and a night to be in the heart FOREVER is such a delight Kate!
I know it's been awhile since I've been here, but I saw your NEW BIO Pict. Love your spirit and look about you!
Your writing is AMAZING!
A story within a poem, SWEET!
I read this one very quickly, as if I was reading a short story, and wanted to know the end. Great rhythm and I think that you did a great job with your choice of vocabulary, something that I really noticed the second time I read it.
Axilea
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on June 13, 2009
ahhh.....rum pumpumpum nights. ..
i dun wear dresses much; they tend to [ahem] end up too wrinkly. . .easy access [did i say that out loud???? oops]
but this was a treat to get lost in.
dessert indeed.
Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader)
Reviewed on June 12, 2009
Makes the imagination run wild. Great poem.
Cute face on your bio pic too.
That dress is you, Kate. And you, well I'll
let your war, inviting poem speak for itself.
Tbanks for allowing me to peek. -gene.
Reviewed by . . (Reader)
Reviewed on June 10, 2009
A future of hope. The dress says, no. The hope was not to be.
The dress may be reconfigured for better time.
It is storey in poem. Big meaning.
Like it much.
Oh my kate, the images your gifted words project are awesome! I saw the entire scene played out before me to perfection! Your descriptions are incredible!Kudo's! What a fabulous dress!;-)...ET
I have two words for this Kate; incredibly awesome, and romantic. Oh oops, uhm three words. LOL. You have painted a scene, I think, from one of those classic greats you say you are ill-read of. This is truly amazing, and awe-inspiring for any person who is in love, and a dress is just a dress, until it comes off in the throes of romantic unity. I loved reading this and thank you so much for making me smile.'
Oh and another thing too. You can give me your long winded comments anytime you wish, because they are very much appreciated.
"Slow dance of spoons smooched through shared dessert;"...Kate, I love these lines...this poem is so passionate and so clever...only you could come up with this!
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This dress, it seems to me, is symbolic and significant of so much that I am left reading again... ...and gathering more. Thank you for sharing, Kate. Love and best wishes,
Spectacular imagery,,,a story unfolded of romance and play...wow Kate you out-did yourself,,,,and that dress 'sigh'...nice work!
hmmmm gonna get me a new dress tomorrow I think.
There's much a man can learn of a woman's sensibilities from your poem. Your dress, once commanding a night of romance, is now "a crumpled bandeau" as true passion overwhelms it. Terrific.
Seductive, erotic and tender at once. The dress which cost a fortune "sacrificed" in the dance, but willingly so as it served its purpose. Luckily to our delight!
Kate,
Devilishy, teasingly clever, subtle and so erotic. Why couldn't ya have worm something....uncomplicated? Ah but then half the fun would've gone. Love it, Kate, love it!
John
Oh la la...this could have been a prelude part one poem to my own Wrinkled Sheets and Breakfast poem that you gave such a warm (hot) review to. Very nice images that put the sensual mind on overload sweet Kate. Thank you for sharing...
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fee
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I know it's been awhile since I've been here, but I saw your NEW BIO Pict. Love your spirit and look about you!
Your writing is AMAZING!
A story within a poem, SWEET!
WRITE ON!
Purple Lady Passion, SHEExoooo
Sheila
Axilea
i dun wear dresses much; they tend to [ahem] end up too wrinkly. . .easy access [did i say that out loud???? oops]
but this was a treat to get lost in.
dessert indeed.
Cute face on your bio pic too.
Legacy
Carole~
vivid story telling as always ... imagery to dress for ;)
let your war, inviting poem speak for itself.
Tbanks for allowing me to peek. -gene.
The dress may be reconfigured for better time.
It is storey in poem. Big meaning.
Like it much.
Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.
ah, the dress ;) 'But worth it' ... very much so!
Oh and another thing too. You can give me your long winded comments anytime you wish, because they are very much appreciated.
Love & hugs,
Barbara
In Spirit,
Bear
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EDWIN
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Love the line of spoons smooching over shared dessert.
Cryssa :~)
Regis
hmmmm gonna get me a new dress tomorrow I think.
Lin
" ... slow dance of spoons
smooched through shared dessert; .... " *sigh* DELIcious.
And the rest of the write leaves the reader with a wonderful afterglow ... yes. Indeed. =] Well done, Kate!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Be always safe,
Karen
Devilishy, teasingly clever, subtle and so erotic. Why couldn't ya have worm something....uncomplicated? Ah but then half the fun would've gone. Love it, Kate, love it!
John
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fee