Lost in the Orchard - a poem on the theme "Against Love's Violence"

[raoin]

Lost in the Orchard

Pear and Persimmon pass from my lips
Your love is cruel and grainy, tart and snappish.

Yet, I crave you, my succulent, cloying and heavy, a ripe fig,
I fall for you each time, clean and dripping.
You pluck me from my intents, divert fruitful content to richer passions.

When you coax me with apples, thick and heady,
Full with the sweet sharp crunch, a velvet ripping between my teeth,
I tarry over resins and tannins, over the prolonging rush of nectar.

You cozen me, deep drunk with blackberry wine,
which pours Inky and Stygian, and the scent of you wafts thick.
Your aftertaste is Dandelions and Magnolia,
Sweet and bitter, a reversal; a volta.

Alone, I find the scent of you is on my hands, on my skin,
I feel you rough upon on my lips, licking, lapping,
Lingering I taste your taste upon my breath,
I feel I cannot wash you from me.
My ablutions caress as your caresses, you are with me.

Golden honey, drip away from me.
Slick sweet, still I press you against my tongue.
Slip-slide away from me,
strong and viscid against my teeth, you elide the truth,
I would devour you: I am consumed.

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Comments

[guessthejess.livejournal.com]

so very sensual. and romantic. feels as though it was written a couple of centuries ago. perhaps there is more to your dream?

i am inspired to get to it today!

[raoin.livejournal.com]

i cant wait to see what you produce!

[sleeping-hare.livejournal.com]

I never thought eating fruits could be portrayed as being so sensual!