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Ephemeral Inquisitor
sunset spies our pose ephemeral
second-hand glides a blushing sky
nectar merged near hip-femoral
the hands reside, each on a thigh
though breathing strained, there slips a sigh
there slips a plea to make it fall
broad, gentle strokes now urgent, coarse
tongue strikes nerve; it ignites our squall
as hands kneed flesh, chorus falls hoarse
ripe shadow probed, more we endorse
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Written for dVerse Poetry form: English & Spanish Quintain, hosted by Grace.
I enjoy tinkering with new forms, and Grace suggested that we could even apply the form to another desire and sexuality theme similar to the Poetics: Desire and Sexuality in Poetry prompt I wrote Concentric Snapshots for earlier this week.
I mean, I certainly could use a few distractions, and what’s a better distraction than a little smutty poetry between friends, right? And it’s not even that smutty! 😉
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
This takes my breath away. In a totally exciting way. It’s deeply sensuous but so respectful, increases the simmering passion, inviting the spirit to entwine with skin and touch. Wonderful!
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I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
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this is tasteful sensual poetry! very good! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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you’re welcome!
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I like your use of colour and the senses in this one. You do it in an oblique, subtle way, but it creates a very visual image.
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I love playing in the margins of the abstract. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I should also give the reader something concrete to hold onto every now and then to ground the prose and humanize the poetry. Sometimes I forget, but I think I hit a decent balance here. Thanks for visiting me. 🙂
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You did. Colour is something that is lacking in a lot of poetry for my taste. Too much navel gazing and not enough looking up at the sky.
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I agree, though I’ve cornered the marked on navel-gazing. I’ve been working on that too. 🙂
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I can see the point if it’s to get something out of your system, otherwise, I don’t think there’s anything in my navel anyone other than myself would be interested in.
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Nice line: “tongue strikes nerve; it ignites our squall”
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Very, very nice. I took the bait on the subject matter too.. I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you. I enjoyed yours as well.
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Oh I love how you brought in the desire in this short form… though only in five lines, they still reminds me of a Rubiat quatrain…
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Thanks Björn. Can you point me to a link on Rubiat quatrains? I’m not sure if I tried that one yet.
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sunset, nectar, sighs, strokes, hands, tongue…okay I am feeling the heat!!! Well done Barry and of course, I know you can write this scene so delicately seductive.
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Thanks Grace. It was a labor of lust. 😉
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“nectar merged near hip-femoral
the hands reside, each on a thigh” so hot! also how the end of the first stanza pairs with the beginning of the second. the video has some great visuals also
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Yeah… that video though… yum! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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I liked your poem better than the video. Your poem leaves spaces to fill in with the imagination 🙂
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Some great rhyme choices, as well as all the atmosphere created stuff.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Felt like reaching for a cigarette after this! Great rhyme and much power in these words ( and vivid!)
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Glad you liked it! 🙂
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🙂
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Wow, Barry! I agree with Gina about your poem being deeply sensuous but respectful and with Jane about the colour. What also struck me was the wonderful rhyming of ephemeral and femoral.
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Thank you. Rhyming ephemeral can be tricky! 🙂
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Intellectually erotic… I really liked this Barry…!
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Thanks. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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