A familiar summer scent
smiling, embracing our path
you’d sprung onto winter’s end
before knowing our spring need
unexpected kiss warmed us
your lips activated mine
your tongue filled me at love’s loss
What manner of spell is this
where I can relive seasons
of past-lives unlocked by smell
as weaponized nostalgia?
Will you cling to innocence
as you move to turn the lock
sealing us within our vice?
Lock me in; I will not flee
pour yourself upon my chest
envelope me in warm breath
crash and strain, power exchange
slake your thirst and wring me taut
plum our depths and bottle them
encrust us in lush reprise.
Inspired by Septets for dVerse’s Seventh Anniversary, though I missed the prompt’s deadline. Go here to read other poets’ submissions for this prompt.
Shared at dVerse’s Open Link Night
4 thoughts on “Fleeting”
Thanks for joining us, Barry, with a poem that trails the scent of summer with an unexpected kiss. A romantic poem to warm up my chilly morning!
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I wonder if a kiss can be like summer…
How can I compare thee…
Love your thoughts on how love can be exactly like the best weather.
Love the septet specially the passion and romance of the last stanza. Thanks for sharing Barry.
Good observation: “unlocked by smell
as weaponized nostalgia” It is amazing what smells can do.