"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Twilight Pours Licorice

Photo: Alfred Cheney Johnston 

Twilight pours its licorice
across my tongue and I am
hostage to the bittersweet
taste of impetuous.

Romanced by starlight
sugaring the sky I let my body
learn the language of yours.

I never pack regrets
or salt wounds with weakness.
Tonight will write its memoir
in sandalwood and bergamot
across my skin…

Tomorrow is still a daydream.

©Susie Clevenger 2017


brudberg said...

I love the taste of licorice... fantastic how you got it all together.

Martin Kloess said...

Lusciously expressed.

Magaly Guerrero said...

That second stanza is a tasty delight. Yum.

Rommy said...

The tastes and scents of this are wonderfully heady. I especially like how you set the tone with licorice and twilight.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Susie this is lovely beyond words. A new favorite for me!!

Margaret said...

...sensual and honest. A truly beautiful poem.

Stacie Eirich said...

I am not a licorice fan but your poem entices me all the same...absolutely love the starlight in it, and the sensuality. Thanks for sharing! :-)

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