“I’ve always believed in savouring the moments.” Anna Godbersen
How?
When a robe falls, how is time measured? In ampules of love or a quickening of the heart that flickers the flame of expectation whispered in the french way like silken chocolate on a summers day when it always leaves just a trace of memory that flavours fire, yes exactly like that. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night to post a poem of your own choosing. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“The Lotus comes from the murkiest water but grows into the purest thing.” Nita Ambani
Softly As the day passed to night lotus sat in the shadows quietly, till moon touched her softly, stiring a warmth becoming fire, she rose up electric with tingling flesh, and so quickly her perfect flower opened completely inviting, unravelling his tired resistance. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse guest host Sanaa has invited us to write exploring erotica as a literary genre (what makes a poem erotic?).
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Erotica
“Speechless, we made love in mist and clouds.” Lan Ling
More She smiled as she teased two cherries with her glistening lips, rolling their smoothness around her eager tongue, grazing them gently until they surrendered their sweet juice upon her chin, and he smiled as she took two more. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Open Link Night
Lillian at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our choosing.
“Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi
We Were We were talking about Plato as you do over wine and, soon enough, Descartes, just as I thought I thought I was for a mo, until we moved to the moderns when she confessed Derrida and all that jazz, waxing lyrical about deconstruction as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, after which we were completely existential. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Free Verse, love, passion, philosophy, poem, quote, romance, Sex
“We lie in each other’s arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colours of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.” Marge Piercy
Lost And Found Hands as whispers, fingers as feathers, gestures lightly placed, skin as eyes so softly feel the finest tears of sweat from deep kindled heat, she the journey he'd dreamed, he an adventure traced in ecstasy, both lost of the road begun, and found in the meander of the lush rich map of each other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of brambles. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Brambles
“The tastiest berries are often hidden. Do not despair if you haven’t found true love. Look under the leaves and branches of convention.” Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Juice By sun's zenith we plunged on filling our baskets brim, our shirts stained and torn, your cheek bleeding, eyes smiling and lips fulsome; by moon's zenith we plunge into the juice of life with sugar tongued, softly encrusted, moist slices of your blackberry pie. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Five Lines
“Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.” Song of Songs
She Dreamed Magenta stretched out among the wildflowers, the sun soaked earth warming deeply, colourful perfumed senses aroused while she dreamed her secret garden only he could tend. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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"The proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulge. On that path lies danger." Frank Herbert It Fell The glistening droplet gathered itself into a weight of momentum, slithering the glossy surface with greedy, lusty intent, feeling every vein and downy hair until, having drunk its fill of luscious skin, it fell to the ground of fertility where its sighs can still be heard. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“It is not sex that gives pleasure but the lover.” Marge Piercy
It starts with
a series of moves until
she feels like she’s floating
above you and you’re
pulling her back, but
she’s making discoveries as
she nears the ceiling,
taking you with her,
swimming through a long sigh,
breaking surface at last,
our lungs sucking in air.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, quote, relationship, romance, Sex
VJs Weekly Challenge – Domino Effect
Photo: goldismoney2.com Actor Gene Tierney 1943.
“I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.” Christopher Poindexter
I chained my fevered mind
and tethered my wasted soul,
making incantations,
potions of restraint, yet
in a moment I swam an ocean,
ran a marathon,
and stupored I
wove a path of hiding
in plain sight,
all to no avail,
as I unleashed
my imagination unravelled
in your flesh,
possessed,
my defenses collapsed,
one by one
my chains fell off.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, quote, Sex
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Being OTD and How it Affects my Life - Recovering from Domestic Abuse - Finding peace and hoping for a happy future...
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We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
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Empowering creatives and consumers
poetry and collage art by Constance Bourg
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
WordPress & Blogging tips, flash fiction, photography and lots more!
Poetry on demand
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I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Explore the other side!
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