The scent.
Vanilla pods,
Torn open with bare hands
And the seeds greedily torn out
And ground.
You knew.
This, the one thing
I could never resist,
Laid out on the bed like a meal,
For me.
And so
I will devour,
And you'll always be mine,
Your throat an open submission
Of self.
Posted for One Shoot Sunday on One Stop Poetry
Makes me think of vanilla lotion or body wash scents, and the way the 2nd stanza leads the third flows very nice. "open submission of self" great phrase for a final line. cheers
ReplyDeleteadam c. white - this was nice - the vanilla pod, torn open with bare hands..wow
ReplyDeleteFascinating view...vanilla strikes a a symbol of sweet in surrender. Great impressions, nicely written. ~April
ReplyDeleteI found this a visually erotic poem adam and i love :
ReplyDeleteYou knew.
This, the one thing
I could never resist,
Laid out on the bed like a meal,
For me.
Well written.
Interesting pattern of syllables per line.
ReplyDeleteI really like your use here of vanilla, which has a rather fascinating background, being considered a gift of the gods; its fragrance, it is said, makes even the coldest hearts amorous. Your imagery - greedy, bare hands, the meal laid out on the bed, etc. - is evocative on more than one level.
I agree with everyone else...great poem, the last lines being my favorite
ReplyDeleteVanilla and 3 Cinquains...hmm might have expected a menage a trois and perhaps we are the voyeurs creating that very triangle watching you devour your subject. Well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful desires, hungers of pain, the wanting just waiting 'laid out like a meal' - nice!
ReplyDeleteperfectly laid out my friend - what a poem
ReplyDeleteAlways appreciate your artistry
Moon smiles
A very refreshing style of writing and a unique take on the pic. Well done!
ReplyDeletevanila "seeds greedily torn out" -- I could almost smell it, see it. And loved the lines
ReplyDelete"Your throat an open submission
Of self."
great imagery and sensory descriptors here... passion filled words. very well done!