You are pungent
To my senses,
Keeping them awake
For hours, lost in
The aroma of your
Thoughts. A binge
Of unhinged flavors
That attack the tip
Of my tongue, yet
Your flavor is savored
In my nostrils, and
I am left like drug
Intoxicated canines
Tail wagging at the
Founding of your scent.
I have been fiending
For far too long,
Been singing in
Acid laced rain
For far too long,
Been crashing up
Winding staircases
For far too long,
And now I am parched
From oasitic desserts,
That rot my teeth from
Sugared eloquence off
Honeyed tongues.
You are pungent
To my senses.
Yet my breath has
Never been more
Alive than when your
Eyes graze over me
Leaving the scent of
Your being to run like
Gazelles on the Sahara
Of my memories.
You are pungent
To my senses,
Despite the mold that
Covers your absence.
Just love the way you put it in words. πππ
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Thanks! I try to piece the words together without forcing it. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I sure I surely did, the taste and smell is all I am feeling. πππ
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That’s one of the best compliments I can get. As long as I can make you feel or experience something then I consider it a good job and worthy of being written.
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The rhythm in your poetry is beautiful
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I apologize that I’m just seeing your comment but thank you. I’m glad that I was able to involve you beautiful view!
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Of course I would love this poem…especially after interviewing Farmer Duff in blog # 107 about the word Abomasum …Makes cheese…You’ll have to wait a few days to catch that one.
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I’m glad that you like it and I can’t wait to read that interview!
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