Sinfully yawning, you smiled;
while stretching; catlike
you tenderly tickled
and touching my hunger
unabashed you bruised
my backbone and cool.
Now mangled I mourn
our mishaps, the loss
of my confidence, courage
to a cravenly fervour
I’m a soulless survivor
to salacious musings.
Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse with 44 words using the word touch. I thought also I would give a hint at what my Thursday MTB will be about.
February 19, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I wonder how does one yawn sinfully.🥱 She stole your soul with her yawn!
catlike
That was not a tender tickle but a hard punch. Lost indeed to salacious musings.
indeed it was…
Whew. That’s quite an encounter. Bewitching, Sir.
It felt like it…
Lovely use of sibilance and alliteration in your quadrille, Björn, and I love the way you describe the smile while stretching and the catlike tender tickle. Unabashed is one of my favourite words.
alliteration may be the theme of this week.
You mean for MTB?
Yes… I will send out the prompt soon.
love all these ‘m’ repeats –
“Now mangled I mourn
our mishaps”
Alliterate more…
Went back and read these words aloud….
“the loss
of my confidence, courage
to a cravenly fervour
I’m a soulless survivor
to salacious musings.”
They’re sinfully delicious…with or without a yawn 🙂
I am glad you thought so… we will do more like that later in the week.
She purrs, hapless, in the sun, as he clings to the edge of the abyss. Those last 2 lines almost make me feel sorry for him.
Maybe… at least he torments himself.
Quite a packed wording in such a small form, for me, is masterful. The poem made me think of how, perhaps, the subjects of our writing think / feel when we write about them, raw and honest.
It would be good to see the other perspective of this.
that packs a punch one of my favourites of your poems
Thnk you so much
Your welcome
Oh the cruelty – a broken back!!!! No love there
much♡love
A broken back as a metaphor maybe 🙂 still bad.
Form, technique, and sonics outstanding. Thanks Bjorn.
A hint for the Thursday prompt.
soulless survivor
to salacious musings… a good way to say something gone so bad!
Lack of will will break you I think
We both went ‘soullesss’! ‘Salacious musings’ sounds promising.
I love all the alliteration in this.
There is a system and purpose in the alliteraion
There are poems you enjoy for their rhythm and poems you enjoy for the poet’s choice of words. Yours have both. Beautifully penned.
Thank you… to use alliteration to provide the rhythm was exactly what I tried doing.
Oh! The emotions you’ve evoked. Well done, Bjorn. 🙂
Thank you so much
Wow! Such powerful imagery and emotional depth… You’ve evoked the complexities of desire and its aftermath with striking clarity!
~David
I mostly wrote it as a technical challenge, but I am glad it worked both ways.
It did!
We are always looking for second chances…(K)
A ‘soulless survivor’ .. survivor nonetheless. A great write, Bjorn plus the awesome AI art piece.
Another dark encounter! I like her catlike stretching and yawning.
His “you(r) tenderly tickled and touching” did multitudes of damages.
..
🙂
This sounds like a feline seduction. It makes me think of Catwoman.
A soulless survivor – lacking emotions – perhaps, new life will breathe into him.
An unsettling poem!
Well done, Bjorn!
interesting
Salacious indeed Bjorn, a tortured situation.