the fruit of love #night fantasy

the juicy fruit of love lies open on a heavy silver tray: its pulp is orange, and its seeds are red

under the alabaster moon, like in the mist of secret sermons, your humid fingers design blue petals on my fragile body

drapes made from the feathers of forgotten purple honey-creepers sleep virginly into the breeze coming from the west

on checkered marble tiles cicadas sing the first Chopin nocturne in B minor

little fairies with big eyes dance tarantella in the air

i see into the purple of your lips the shadow of the woman you will love

donโ€™t move

let me watch the little fairies eating from the fruit of love

when they are done weโ€™ll run into the meadows where trees sleep, and rivers stretch like cats

there on the silky grass will bite together from the alabaster moon

and our love

into another century will bloom



image: Maria Okolnichnikova/Shutterstock


47 thoughts on “the fruit of love #night fantasy

  1. Good morning. Aaaw, another beautiful write. Dreamy, sensual, and magical. Every time I think I have read your best, you come up with an even better poem. Another love filled fantastic finale. Love should be endless. Sigh.

    1. Aw… Good morning! Thank you for your magnificent words! I am thrilled that you like it! Better than sugar? ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. LOL Funny you should ask. You always post when I am sitting down to have my morning coffee. If you keep up with these love poems, I may not be needing any sugar at all. And I will definitely have to shut off the ceiling fan. LOL
        Have a beautiful day Ms Poetry.

      2. May you have a wonderful day Mr. Poetry. Try to stay away of sugar, even if I do not post ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Always gets better that better than the previous one and I know that all your work is better than best. Incomparable. My dear poetess you are the Poetess Queen of romance.

    1. My dearest Y, such high praise coming from the Queen of Poetry melts my heart! You are such a dear friend and I have no words to express my gratitude for your appreciation. Have a magnificent day! ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ™

  3. Whenever I read something like, my voice automatically changes, I read it in such a way that it feels like Im narrating a movie. To be more specific, like Leonardo Dicaprio did i
    n Basketball Dairies.

      1. Listen to Banderasโ€™ accent. That should gives us hope ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

  4. ah, I love this surreal and romantic writing under the shadow of “purple of your lips” with a light “Yearning, uniquely combined with an elegance of form”
    of Chopin. Oh, the basis of Nocturne in B flat minor, there are simple motifs from the old song ‘Chmiel’ [Hops]. with the following text in Polish
    “”Oj chcmielu, chmielu,
    ty bujne zielฤ™
    nie bedzie bez ciฤ™
    ลผadne wesele

    Writing from and to those centuries that have been and will be.

    1. And how I love your magnificent comment๐Ÿ™Your words are so exquisite. And your last sentence…

      Thank you to a great poet for enjoying my writing!
      Thank you for the video too!๐Ÿ’

  5. Oh my dear is one more your unique type most lovely poem.last lines are wonderful-“and our love into another century bloom”, like that a pure soul is busy to console someone.most dreamy n magical poem-like a voice of a pure soul.weldone,dear!! I can not compare you with anybody.and I…am nothing in front of you.๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

    1. Oh… thank you so much for your praise. I appreciate every word. But remember we are all unique. You have talents that I do not have, my dear.๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒธ

      1. are right dear!!everone is special n unique. Thanks for encouraging. And most welcome,soul of my dear friend !!๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž

    1. Thank you, Eric! The less I say the more you know how much I appreciate you reading my work.

  6. Beautiful… and kinda funny because this is the third post I’ve read in the last half hour that has mentioned cicadas. Lol… Everyone must be hearing the hum tonight. ๐Ÿ˜‰


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