Mesmerize – Heather Mirassou
Your voice, like a river rippling,
waves of goose bumps,
awaken my inner spirit, fill me with delight.
Your gaze, magnetic, blue, moonlight bright,
clear as the evening night,
gently captures my inner light.
Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully,
whispering faithfully, sometimes silently,
but never in spite.
Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight,
caressing me slowly,
surrounding me with all of your might.
Your smile, brilliant, bright,
tantalizing like a steamy, summer night,
summoning me gently to be your wife.
Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou
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Certainly passionate, but the art of love poetry (and erotic poetry) is the art of suggestion and indirection. The Song of Solomon is all about indirection and suggestion. Name the things without naming them- the voice, the gaze, the heart, the touch, the smile – describe them without knowing them. Learn to write about love and erotica as though you had forgotten the language of it, or were too much in awe of its frankness. Adjectives and adverbs are the trade of gaudiness. Put them away – lips need no lipstick, eyes no eyeliner, and cheeks no blush. The best poetry is like a girl’s beauty – honest and unadorned – or like the laborer’s back, accustomed to the sun. : )
November 1, 2009 at 9:34 am