My skin is not translucent
and is stretched to hide
your venom in my veins,
but when I smell your hair
or see the forests in your gaze,
the perspiration in my palms
confesses to the cravings
you are boiling in my blood.
Juliet by
John William Waterhouse
A short poem for Merril on the prompt at dVerse on Secrets.
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January 21, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Such an intense poem, Björn, and what a secret to keep hidden!
Passionate poem Bjorn specially with the last line:
you are boiling in my blood.
Juliet as serpent.
Or passion as poison.
Ah, yes, that too.
Wow–intense! He seems angry to have this secret.
Once injected, that poison may never fade…
Nice line: “or see the forests in your gaze”
Beautiful! Hiding venom in your veins… an interesting idea!
Just love the way you personified perspiration. Passion is powerful indeed…hard to control as a secret.
the intensity is so felt! the urge to spill it out!
Ooh you built the anticipation well, Bjorn!
Romeo and Juliet as a vampire story — fabulous.
kaykuala
confesses to the cravings
you are boiling in my blood.
A craving that appears to be tinged with anger and caution. It can be a surprised discovery!
Hank
I love the confession of perspiration. And your adept use of body imagery throughout, the stretched skin, the smells, the sights, the pure embodiment of passion and how it takes over like poison and we glory in it.
Intense and passionate Bjorn!
“the perspiration in my palms
confesses to the cravings
you are boiling in my blood.”
Though we may try to hide, our body’s reactions deceive us.
The way a poem/a secret should be told/not told.
Just excellent, B. I recently saw a Waterhouse exhibit, it was wonderful, you would have been scribbling poems like crazy!
Ah the intensity of true love….and unrequited love….and doomed love.