Brief me erotic with endless grace.
Feed my roots.
Fill me until empty threads itself gone.
We speak of starlings
dancing murmurations
moving through us
rare and rendered sacred.
Beneath Pandora’s shadowed sky
we claim witness.
Brief me erotic
plant your secrets ‘tween my thighs.
Brenda Warren 2016
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I don’t always hear poems in my head with a dramatic voice the first time through…but this one, I did. I especially like the line “Beneath Pandora’s shadowed sky”.
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Yes! What to say when you have said it all?
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Nicely done Brenda – I was trying to think of a way to go sexy, but just couldn’t get there … and I’m with Mark – anyone who can work the magnificent “murmuration” into a poem gets my kudos also.
http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2016/04/rare-days-and-grace.html
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Nice. and anytime you can make ‘murmurations’ fit it is a good day. 😉
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Pandora’s sky sounds so lovely….and the rest of it is so sensuous…..’plant your secrets ‘tween my thighs’….wowzers!! I think I need some cold water 😉
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Couldn’t stop the ‘oooooooh’ after reading this (good luck I’m alone in the house). Great write!
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This one steams, and I’m waving my hand back and forth in front of my face. Whew! Hats off to you, Brava my friend,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2016/04/03/no-blue-thing/
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Brief me erotic – i think that line alone merits a climatic applause – a lovely, playful and tender poem
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Ooer! You surely took the bull by the horns, Brenda!
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It was not only starlings that were fluttering but the reader too. Very sensual piece Brenda.
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love your exotic poem, Brenda 🙂
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