I.
The rainbow erupts,
Spilling the decadence of Seasons
In colors and curves
Over crystalline cloth
Banquet hall turns to vineyard
Grapevines spiraling up the pillars
In the finest brush strokes
Of fingers teasing the air
Touching
Crushing
Sun-ripened flesh
Of rose-petal nails
Peeling through layers
Digging fossilized sediment
From beneath amber-painted faces:
Brushing the leaves from your brow,
I gaze into the Earth,
Feeling down the vines
To the roots of your tree.
Gently, peeling away the dead bark,
Biting your sunset-colored heart
Rising, filling, falling
Lapping at the nectar welling up
From your veins.
II.
Salt turns to sweetness
Where les fruits de la mer merge
With ceux de la terre:
Mango skins and dolphin fins,
Mermaid tails and lion shins
Tangle with emerald vines,
Somersaulting in the tides
Our forms brush
Between Land and Sea,
Our lines cross
'Twixt shadow-dappled waves
Where the murmuring forest°
Harbors cherry blossom glades
Behind nettle screens and nectarine trees.
My heart quickens,
Listening
As the breath swells into a roar
Reverberating from your core:
"How does the forest whisper?"
Wine runs red
From the pomegranates at my breast...
III.
Inhaling pear blossoms from your chest,
Fingers caper down your spine
Caressing sunflowers and blueberries,
Knees nestled
Among the lavender in your thighs.
Exploring the crevices of your roots,
Plucking wild grapes and olives
And avocados
From your hollows,
You ripple with Life
Flowing from below
The surface,
Feasting on your Essence
Butterflies kiss you with your sweetness:
"Do you not taste the Sunshine
coursing through you,
shivering in the warmth
of Turquoise?
I'm surprised
you never noticed
the flecks of Springtime
in your eyes..."
IV.
Tearing figs from hips, I
C R U S H
Roses in my fists
Dripping perfume
Over your neck
My teeth become fangs
Ripping
every
last
thorn
Out
Where they've pricked your skin,
Scattering ravished
P
E
T
A
L
S
In the dark spaces
Between your ribs
Listening, listening...
Licking clovers and honey
Over your raspberry-scarred wrists.
V.
Seafoam champagne
Glistens in the trail of my tongue
Tracing rivers over the desert
Spilling its golden embrace
From the mystery of your smile
Wreathed in laurel, hazelnut, acorn, and ivy
Winding vines
Tighter and
Tighter
Borders vanish behind starry mists,
they slip...
Elemental perfection
Of Earth and Sea
Made gentle by moonlight:
"Enough, enough,
I am enough!"
We drift
On the edge of two worlds;
No sound pierces
The rush of water and schism of land.
We tumble,
We drown,
Our colors bleed together...
VI.
... gushing brilliant bordeaux
Over the tattered tablecloth.
"Drink deeply, for the cup
Runneth over!"
Starving muscles
Revive at the sensation
Of violet plums
Bursting with the sound of a kiss
Between blackberry-stained lips
Planting almonds and strawberries
On pollinating tongue-tips —
Quoth the Bee to the Hummingbird:
"Open your heart!"
Quoth She to He:
"I will unfold my wings
That you may kiss every inch of me..."
A collaboration with Crown Shyness. :-) You can read Part I here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3014184/banquet-i-sushi/Haha, my segment trailed away into space, following no cohesive thread whatsoever, but perhaps you can imagine the words trickling down your chin like the juice of your favorite fruit.
° = ;-)
