Sweetness.
I see
butterscotch evenings,
red sky honied in creamy sunset,
last light's toffee waves
as sea's olive coverlet changes
to caramel-sepia.
I see
twilight's blush streaking
dun-dusk with striped humbug tints,
candy-silk cloudlets
sinking in remembered cherry-lips
as dark lights long-ago scenes.
I see
treacle-soft secrets
sealing shy kisses and zest trying
each treasured offer
of nightly concealment, eagerly
stirring crystallised feelings.
I see.
chocolate-smooth dreaming
spicing beach-vows and re-living
now youth's nectar-need
roused is my sugar-fix while tasting
again first-love's true sweetness.
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Fay Slimm. (
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I read a wonderfully written description of a mesmeric depiction encapsulating: magnetic attraction, draped in its otherworldly hue,
'Twilight blushed streaking,
dun-dusk striped in humbug tints,'
A grateful thank you for this generous comment on Sweetness dear friend. Am delighted you find the description mesmeric.
Hey... I'm with L.B and never mind the queue .... a guy could wait all summer just for a snifter and that is one helluva image you have posted to go with these nectar like words .. a real turn on if ever there waz ...... N 🙂
Oooh - delighted the write moved you so muchly kind Sir - - well we all need a turn on during these virusy days - eh ? ................ x Fay
I see a fine write Fay.
Glad you see fineness in my write on first love dear Orchy.
Tantalizing and sweet, almost gained a pound with all the sugared love!
He he! Just kidding! Super colorful memories with the taste of nectar
Yes sweet were the days of first love and nectared the memories -- grateful thanks for your lovely comment dear poet-friend.
So many sweets and sweetness in these wonderful words Fay.
Andy
How glad I am to know you discovered a sweetness in the read dear Andy. Thank you too for your continual encouragement of my attempts at poetry.
Fay, you do not ATTEMPT poetry you write poetry in such enthralling ways.
Andy
Tasty.
Glad you saw the reason for metaphor in this little tribute to a sweet first-love - - gone but the taste remains in memory........ thank you my friend for your visit and read.
I was drawn not like a poultice or a pen might draw one ..
.. but by admiration and respect and the ache of a sweet tooth .. near perfect ....on both visits ....
You mon ami are kindness itself - thank you ever so much...........x
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