Monday, September 8, 2008

Wild Strawberries


She stained his hair
with passion's pulp,
as he teased her knees
with nerves of grass

And like a record
sweetened by its needle,
contact spun them
a crackling song

Berry juice squeezed
from electric thighs,
tiny seeds like gold dust
flecking red tongues


14 comments:

Vinz aka Vinu said...

:) expressive

Aine said...

I like that the photo depicts how the joining of pieces creates a whole. As does the passion of the lovers create a song.

Quite a start to the week, Sarah!
;)

strugglingwriter said...

I like the use of color here in you descriptions. Very expressive as said above.

Happy Monday!

Sarah Hina said...

Vinz, I hope so. :)

Aine, that was the very reason I picked this photo. Thanks for noticing!

I saw this piece as summer's last hurrah...so I wanted to, er, make an impression. ;)

Paul, thank you. It's been awhile since I wrote a poem. Summer's fading made me want to take another stab.

Happy Monday to you, too. :)

jason evans said...

When the lightest touch drowns the expanse of the universe.

One of the greatest moments to be human.

Charles Gramlich said...

a lot of nice images here. Especially love the seed image.

Sarah Hina said...

Jason, so true. Those little earthquakes can move mountains, and join hearts.

I need to stop lamenting summer's passing. It's still here, damn it! ;)

Charles, thanks. I think the seed image was my favorite too. I definitely mixed my metaphors here, but it was a fun poem to write.

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

What a portrayal of passion!The feelings are palpable in your words.

Awesome :)

Nothingman said...

sexy poem :)

every word right on mark.

loved reading.

N

Sarah Hina said...

Sameera, I'm glad the passion rang true for you. Thanks. :)

Nothingman, a little suggestive, yes. ;)

I'm glad you popped in!

Ello said...

Wow is it me or was that incredibly sexy? ;o)

Lena said...

that was quite a passion here! Loved it :)

Sarah Hina said...

Ello, you're always sexy. ;)

Lena, thanks! I like putting it on the line every now and then. :)

Vesper said...

Berry juice squeezed
from electric thighs,
tiny seeds like gold dust
flecking red tongues


Excellent, Sarah!