he was my terracotta love, etched like soul hunger basking, formed a veil on my face lonely love seducing rotunds of flesh my poetry wisped down fingers of tears and I remember pictures wearing gold recurrent Beethoven charms, alluring me naked through pink skies, and fluffy hair. The music was too loud
There he stood all stretched orchard stare, lusty hair, smooch ready, bona fide lover........
Sensational!-- in every sense of the word. I love the "measured cups" and the washing machine "hurricanes" -- so vivid, tactile, and ... sensational --Charlie
Saberi...every word...within every line...gives me color of ones remembrance...of passion...which perhaps I might have seen...peeking through sheer curtains.
expressive and beautifully written...your pen is.
John
This leaves a tinge of mystique within the lines of fond remebrance or perhaps the letting go of such a dream? The lines echo these sentiments with such romance that it leaves pause for yearning with these images echoing beyond the whispers of the heart. Beautiful writing, Saberi
Amor
One needs a cold shower after this write. Snacks are only preliminary to the full course meal. (lol) Excuse the pun but your poem is very tastefully done. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 11, 2008
A melange of luscious and delectable words are at play here . . . The unorthodox is commonplace and the feel of passion is real . . . Pleasant memories . . . Sensing lust in the gypsy smoke . . .
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
Synopsis
Zeke Milligan is stuck between a rock and a hard place. He is desperately in love with Lynn, but a dark secret from his past continues to rear its ugly head. Worse yet, he persistently punishes the love of his life for events that took p
Share
Print
Save
Follow
God Bless You and Your Loved Ones
expressive and beautifully written...your pen is.
John
Amor
truly nice work...
Lovely!
R~
ET
One needs a cold shower after this write. Snacks are only preliminary to the full course meal. (lol) Excuse the pun but your poem is very tastefully done. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.