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| Artwork by Joseph Lorusso |
Spiced
Bold coffee served hot,
no cream, no sugar, no surprises,
until you embraced me,
ran your hand beneath my skirt
all before 7 a.m. Tempted me
to toss routine on its head,
your smoldering kiss my caffeine,
our bistro booth forgotten,
Pumpkin Spice a tease upon my lips
as you winked, walked away.
Tonight, dessert will certainly be served
but this time, I'll provide the seasoning.
by Margaret Bednar, February 11, 2013
This is for The Mag #155. Tess Kincaid provides the weekly photograph, the poetry and prose is up to us. Please click on the link and enjoy the other poetic renderings.
Also linked with Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's Open Link Monday.
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20 comments:
and they dance... :)
"Spiced" is apt for the storytelling elements in this picture, including its colors. Coffee is just coffee until two cups are ignored in anticipation of meeting later.
"until" is a big word here, Maragaret. I love the poem and was waiting, watching, ...
You left hope but left me that way. Just lovely writing. Thank you.
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Saucy. Sultry. Leaves us waiting for 2nd course.
HA! Why do I always think your poems are autobiograophical. I love it! :)
No this is not an autobiography. Ha But I'm willing to make it suggestive! ;P
all before 7 am eh...smiles...sometimes a little change up of routine is just what we need smiles...fun piece margaret....
May all your waiters be tbis good at their job !
Love the title and the early morning fun ~ Smiles ~
Your choice to write in couplets was perfect for the image and your theme.
Love the wink and walked away!
Good one- something like that- quick and 'spicy' as you say; would catch my attention better than long and smouldery-
"...your smoldering kiss my caffeine"
Now THAT is some wake up call!! Hot & spicy and nicely captured, Margaret!
Margaret, this is thoroughly delightful! Pumpkin spice, yum.
I went back to read your translation into French of the Pentameter iambic. It made a lot of sense to me and it was very good.
This last poem goes well with the painting, which looks to have a French style to me – well, the painting but also the poem – a little naughty….Cela a du piquant!
The dessert seems to be promising !!!
That's going to be some dessert, I think!
=)
My my...steamy. Love it!
Promises, promises! Saucy...
What a wonderful way to start a day...and then the promise of dessert...
Anna :o]
Wow! Hot, hot, hot!
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