• one free verse poem
• one tanka
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I will not forget you
memory still burns
tearful recollection of the first time
my eyes beheld your luscious curves
skin smooth as satin
golden as you lay before me
seductive in the summer sun
you fired my imagination
ignited my soul
I wanted you so badly
my lips trembled
you promised such sweetness
but I’d been warned by others
who had dared indulge your fiery charms
that it would end in tears
I did not heed their counsel
seduced
I fell upon you hungrily
taking you in passion’s flames
hot as lava
scorching as an august sun
swept away
I consumed your charms
an inferno of desire
tasting your forbidden fruit
in a wanton blaze I took my fill
but just as quick it ended
I should have listened
they knew you all too well
you burned me badly
and left me crying
but I never will forget you…
…habanero
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drips pizzicato
crescendo of icicles
north wind’s cadenza
wintertime’s crisp symphony
played on nature’s outdoor stage
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Great contrasts!
I used to think Thai Chillies were hot until I came across these beasts.
What a splendid use of metaphor. Not until I saw the picture underneath did I think anything other than lascivious envy!
And that tanka is special, shaped like a Christmas tree.
You sure had me on a totally different wavelength lol. Very well done. Ingeborg
Particularly loved the tanka and its physical shape.
You got me turned around a couple of times with the first one Rob. When I saw the title I was thinking “some Eastern European country I never heard of” then promptly forgot about the title as I was plunged into a chapter of my own past in the verse, only to resurface again with a wry grin out of the final turn. Thanks for the smile this early Sunday morning!
nice twist…had a hot time at Rob’s place today
ok i m on fire!
Recipe to Last
Thanks Rob, for outing us as the naughty voyeurs we are – your first poem was so hot it never occurred that this great ending was in store.
Rob,
Ouch! Burn, burn, burn! Habaneros! Very popular here in Puebla. Great poem.
Pamela
fanning myself for many reasons Rob – these are gorgeous.
Ha, should have seen that coming… very tricky, mister, teasing us readers like that! Love the contrast between the two poems as well.
Wow. I’m still stuck on how many poems you’ve writtne this month. Wow.
The hot poem is clever, sensual and HOT. The ice poem is beautiful.
Rob,
I love the contrast between hot and cold…the hot sooo very hot and the cold soo very cold it is hot. Bread please, and and glass of cold milk. A good cure for an exceptionally hot meal.
Peggy Jo
loved the twist at the end of ‘Hotaslava’!! Both poems are great!