Saturday, October 19, 2013

A Taste of You





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Anna Bilinska-Bogdanowicz







My desire swells

    Stitches pulling

        Against tightly folded days,

   Piercing skin

       With blackened needles

Pungent in its patina.


Colors stroke cheek and arm

  As I reach

For the image of you

     I have scattered in the stars.


I press my eyes against them 

as I gather them

In the fullness of my skirt,

A bowl of you

Offered up

Slowly,



As I taste you again.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013 

Posted for Poets United.

28 comments:

  1. I love the beautiful images in this especially, "as I reach for the image of you I have scattered in the stars".

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  2. I am smiling after reading this. Such a beautiful metaphor; the senses are alive after reading this and Lord knows I have preached enough about writers writing to the senses. Beautiful work, Audrey.

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  3. had to share this.. this line especially ..."as I reach for the image of you I have scattered in the stars".

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  4. a bowl of you...i love that...i like how you build them up through this as well...making them something greater than...the essence of...before gathering them up....cool piece....

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  5. I feel this one deeply. Very sensual!

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  6. She does seem so thoughtful, and you have provided a mean for us to read those thoughts.

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  7. Very beautiful. I, too, most love the line Robert quoted.

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  8. Audrey,

    Powerfully loving and seductive...Great visions with your painted words.

    Eileen:)
    Hope migraines pass:)

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  9. This is a beautiful piece of lust/love.. so well described..

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  10. Beautiful. " For the image of you I have scattered in the stars.".. like many before me, love this part of the poem.

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  11. A lovely sensuous writing ~ Happy Sunday Audrey ~

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  12. Oh Audrey, so many beautiful lines woven into the cloth of this exquisite skirt that is your poem.

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  13. So sensual and longing ... lovely imagery. I, too, like the line that everyone quoted. Beautiful :)

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  14. "Stitches pulling

    Against tightly folded days,"

    That is really gorgeous.

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  15. Words to savour. A beautifully written poem. It begins, tenses up and brings us to a nice ending.
    :-)
    -HA

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  16. Oh, this is awesome. The imagery, the flow...just sensual and tender. I loved it!

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  17. This also shows full dedication of oneself to another:)

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  18. This is wonderful Audrey. Sensual and flowing words. Great to visit your blog!

    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  19. Flowing....I was kinda totally engulfed...

    Such a pleasure to read this!

    balance it out

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  20. Beautiful, sensual, passionate, wonderful to read and feel!

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  21. I love the visual imagery in your poetry. It is always so imaginative.

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  22. Audrey, first, thanks for commenting at my blog.

    Your have the power to make a bowl of soup into a sensual experience. Now THAT is good poetry! There is so much to love here, especially the line, "Pungent in its patina," again, mixing visuals with taste. A feast for the senses. THanks, Amy

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  23. Now that is fantastic, Audrey! Now I want a bowl of soup :-)

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  24. This is both earthy and sensual. I love it.

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