they tell me
that I ask seven to share my supper
citing reasons for their presence,
elaborating on the menu
maybe also have a good time
serving that dinner
I ask who are they
to tell me whom to have on my table
and why seven?
why not only you and me
eating more than food
from each other's plate
I abandon my mind
pick those platters of food,
walk down to the copse
where I know you await me
in that crescent-shaped cove
hidden by those trees
sheen of your sweat pulls me in-
when skin tastes from skin
I fall right into you
ants feast on the platters
while we feast on each other
Oooh! a sensual feast! "skin tastes from skin" Delightful!
ReplyDeleteThis is a very provocative poem; i enjoyed it very much; i love the questions posed; especially
ReplyDelete"I ask who are they to tell me whom to have on my table and why seven?"
much love
gillena
A crowded copse full of beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI liked the thought that you may have invited six others but they did not respond to your invitation. Only the perfect person decided to come.
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http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-dinnersunday-scribblings.html
oh .. delightful
ReplyDeleteOld Grizz accepts the invite but I can't seem to find the "copse" Oh well some lucky "dog" will have to sub for me. nice poem
ReplyDelete7 invited in the hope that it turns out to be just a table for 2...
ReplyDeleteI love how the copse symbolises the secrecy of this sensual rendezpous. Subtly erotic poem!
ReplyDeleteLove in the copse makes a nicer diner date.
ReplyDeleteThe story would make a good movie-scene.
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Ralf
You had some great movement within this poem. Setting the table and then moving each dish across to another location where the action takes place. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable! Reread it a few times!:-)
ReplyDeletewow... a very nice read! sensual feast! :)
ReplyDeleteRebellious and sizzling...loved this one! :~)
ReplyDeletehow sensual! what an incredibly clever departure from the prompt! Gave me shivers and longing....
ReplyDeletein the beginning of this poem i was reminded of the last supper and by the end i was swept off my feet in a love affair. some strong writing here today. have a great day.
ReplyDeleteLovely to get away from the crowd and all that goes with a crowd to indulge in genuine pleasure.
ReplyDeleteThat works for me! :) HUG
ReplyDeletelanguorous and richly redolent.
ReplyDeleteif i write a book again, this will be an inspired scene :)
ReplyDeletePop Comes the Baby
A delightfully sensual feast.. and brilliant, perfect wordplay that narrates the piece.. a great read, I loved the way you used the prompt!
ReplyDeleteWow this is great. It might have been an orgy if the others came though. ;)
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on her face
Well, that ended nicely. You made the right choice.
ReplyDeleteSuper sensual -
ReplyDeletei felt the longing
ReplyDeleteLoved the secret seclusion of this hiding in the copse and cove~ nicely done
ReplyDeleteOooh very sensuous and passionate Guatami...well done!
ReplyDeleteAh that is some feast !!
ReplyDeleteHardly ever can you have a 'picnic' without ants.
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice read, don't relax or else miss the action in the end.
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what a sensuous feast in that sheltered place!
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