Your voice tastes saffron,
cardamom and green,
as you whisper
secrets in your sleep.
I dreamed of strawberries
but
at the break of dawn
your eyes were symphonies,
a taste of moonbeam
silver spilled.
It’s honey, silk, vermillion me
we slide together,
sleep. It’s Saturday.
Rommy wants us to use synesthesia at toads. Soon it’s bedtime and Saturday morning.
—
March 10, 2017
Nice, Bjorn!
lovely
Methinkst our muses are plugged intO the same outlet. Saffron, indeed
I noticed 😉
This is Gorgeous!
Every Saturday morning needs to be this delicious.
I really love the heady sensuousness of this piece. It does feel like one of those rare lazy Saturdays where my husband and I don’t have to rush anywhere.
This is heady with sensuous imagery. Perfectly accompanied by the artwork.
… Saturday mornings should always be like this. Romantic and just … inspirational.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous 😀
This is the third synaesthesia meantion in 3 days… there must be something indigo occurring . Beautiful poem
Oh this is just lovely. The artwork perfect for it.
So beautiful!!!
Gorgeous, sensual… Oh the glory of Saturday morning
A dreamy and beautiful delight of a read Bjorn!!
Gorgeous and sensual.
Oh the sensuality here, Bjorn…breathtaking. I always loved strawberries. So apt that I’m reading this on a Saturday morn..it just feels silky & sweet…Thank you for sharing! One of my favorites of yours I think. 🙂