The day you peppered me
with capsicum —
you were fire, burning
my desire
as you gripped my loins
we were salt, and waves
and waves
I was kelp and you the ocean
we were motion.
The day before you fled —
before I bled.
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I had no idea there was so much you could do with a capsicum….
Well, dang! This is hot stuff! Those closing two lines are stunning.
This is so great!
You two are making me giggle with that word. Especially since you’ve hooked it with “lips” (hers, in all likelihood).
This is really yummy. (I need a little space before “and waves” though.)
The ending was very unexpected and heartbreaking. Well done.
Searing!
Nice description of love as the motion of kelp in the ocean.
Hot, hot pepper, Bjorn. That ending stunned me, though. That must have been just a flash fire; too bad.
Smoking hot!❤️
Oh the joy of the word ‘capsicum’! It’s the plosive ‘p’ and the labial ‘m’ that make it sound so cheeky, I think! And then paired with ‘lips’ it just explodes!
Let’s just s(pr)ay it: it ends with sea cum. 😛
Sounds like she was hot stuff, and then she bolted. Now that reminds me of pepper spray, ouch
Hot passion and I love that capsicum lips ~
Oh my! I am wiping my brow!!!! You’d think I’d just eaten jalapena peppers and all I’ve done is imbibed your words! 🙂
THIS:
“I was kelp and you the ocean
we were motion.”
Oh my!
I think he lucked out–she might have been a silkie or siren or succubus. Sensual write, brother. Your poetic hormones are def sill accessible. In my poem, the titles were a movie & a TV show,
Great quadrille. Really like the rhymes in this piece. Well done.
…and when one remember the words, the wound was painful.
That is one spicy poem, but somehow I think a lover was burned.
Passionate poem but nightshade can be poisonous…
Interesting that many poems today like pepper to capsicums and to passion!! You know in India capsicums are not considered fiery at all 🙂 I like the ocean and kelp analogy!
Intense! And interesting!
Peppered romance. Love capsicum lips!
‘I was kelp you were ocean’ – high quality poetry right there
Oh, wow!
A simple nod to thew classic, well done!
I have to agree…this is sensual and way above average in its deftness!!!
Very hot! These lines stood out for me:
“we were salt, and waves
and waves
I was kelp and you the ocean.” Love that.
Oh, THIS:
“I was kelp and you the ocean
we were motion.”
Agreed! And “we were salt, and waves/and waves” is also THIS: 🙂
Great images here. Love your use of rhyme.
“we were salt, and waves
and waves”
Oh, wow!
I’m still guffawing at Glenn’s comments … poetic hormones indeed! This was hot stuff, sadly ending poorly.
Such a great image – I was kelp and you the ocean/ we were motion. And so much emotion. Love it.
Too hot to handle! I need a fan right about now! 🙂
Oh, another lost love poem with a little peppery porn!
Oh–hot peppers, indeed! I love the images–the salt, the waves!
Those burning days of youth will always bring back the wonderful memories of the heady times.
Hank
Spicy!
Ah…passion and betrayal. It really is amazing how much can be packed into 44 words!
gorgeous write!
so much hurt, emotion in the lingering of these words.
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Wonderfully written 👏