The Origin Of A Poem

[Balustrade]

(The origin of a poem is..)

Ever since beauty effervesced
Within the rivers of your seduction
Ever since words dissolved
Inside the cusp of your femininity
Ever since borders were redefined
Between your contours and geography
Ever since carnations burned
Across the nightgown of your p-----

(The origin of a poem is..)

Whenever your feelings blend
With the golden threads of your allure
Whenever your scent mingles deep
With the mystic aroma of literature
Whenever your music trickles
Down the pipes of erotic pleasures
Whenever your ecstatic charms boil
Over the rings of my stripped treasures

I cannot help but wonder
Deduce, decide and conclude
The origin of a poem is a woman
And that woman is you.

[Farkas]

Hi

That is one marvelous poem that would be a winner in any Valentine competition. This outstanding poem was a real pleasure to read.

Farkas

[JASON]

that's a knockout ending - you must fancy her a little ??
proper inspiration !!
PROPER!!

[Dew]

Yeow! Shekxhy!

"Across the nightgown of your p-----"...wow...what a line! I loved it! It implies so much about the state of mind we find ourselves in. my gal wants a new cell phone so she slid up beside me and batted her eyes and pouted a little and asked for one with her best aegyo. It was so good I told her to go buy the best phone they make and then I asked for her autograph.

Girlish charm - :Dew is a fan

[dwells]

An irrefutable postulation my friend, and guaranteed to warm the coldest cockles of any lady fair.
As for me "...those rose lipped girls are sleeping, in fields where roses fade" (W.H. Auden) - but nevertheless when I let my mind wander on occasion - it turns to robots :)
This poem was marvelously put together, as was the inspiration I'm sure.
Cheers! - Dan

[mangodog]

Balus - just loved this sequence:

Ever since carnations burned
Across the nightgown of your p-----


Drew

[Ladywildalice]

I think I am pretty accurate when I say, there isn't a woman alive today who would have goosebumps receiving this poem in a note, a letter, a recording, or recited to them. This is so terribly romantic, so tender, so honest in its reach to explain, and so very, very erotic. Not in the sense of "p----- erotic" but in the sense of being terribly passionate and revealing. Excellent and such a prize. Congratulations.

[Liquid Bear]

Whoa, looks like I missed this shiny diamond of a poem. Good job! You reminded me of Neruda's erotic poetry. Elegant, creative and full of passion.

Bear

[David Wayne]

Very creative use of language. Enjoyed the poem.

Have to agree about this line, it really pops.

Across the nightgown of your p-----

David

[moe]

It's good to learn that the erotic fire still burns bright and that you are "keeper of the flame!"

[Balustrade]

Love makes the world go round, as well as the eyes: round and round in their sockets.

[Namyh]

Balustrade - I love what you captured here and I'm glad I didn't miss it. Namyh

[Balustrade]

Thank you so much dear friend.

[SirFleshwound]

You continue to amaze with that unique style and wordplay. Such incredibly subtle touches throughout, allure-literature. Oh to posses such a gift sir. And your subject has been venerated in a way that only you can. Bravo my friend.

[Balustrade]

I am speechless. I don't deserve your praise but I cherish your friendship. Thank you.