Thoughts On Summer's Splendours.

 

Summer's splendour.by-MFB III

The sky is a marshallow swirl
in a large bowl
of blueberry pudding
the breeze is the
nectar of the gods
the sweetest of flowery scents
spread delicately
on the legs of the bees
on the beaks of the hummingbirds
the grass is so lush
even Marines tremble in envy
at it's brilliance in comparision
to their sharp green machine
the trees reach up like babies
seeking sustenance from the
now empty breasts of the skies
the water sparkles
like the glitter
of crushed diamonds
intermingled with emeralds
and star sapphires
your hair falls like
cornsilk across the
roughened
fields of my features
your lips brush ever so
lightly across mine
like sweet dew
in the wee dawn hours
teasing my desires for
amore' liquid contact
Our bodies mold together
like the meat of a walnut
in it's shell
Hard and soft intertwined
your sighs blend with the
songs of the larks in
a symphony of
unforgettable beauty
the hours crawl
like the path of an inchworm
attempting the quarter mile dash
I am in the heavens of June
side by side with its
loveliest of flowers
spared from my world
of cares and woes
by the soft, and lilting
distraction of your voice
the cool, green depths of
your jade, speckled eyes,
and the cushion of pleasure
found in the wet embrace
of your generous lips
Summer's splendour
spins it's fairy tales
into reality under
the spell of your love.

 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ©-MFB III

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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

Where on earth do you get your metaphors analogies and similes from.

Where from do you get such imagination?How remarkably and aptly you define the tenuous moment sensation, situation. Your description are so befitting...You are a wizard with words and have great literary potentials.You seem to know and understand feelings with those very words which always escape us.

If words were fishes, you would have been the very best fisherman around.

The expressions in this poem is so very visual and this is a superb piece of articulation.

This is a real real high caliber poem..absolutely amazing!!!

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