Sunday, February 12, 2012

Godiva





My mouth rides
the escalator,

releases the beast.
I rise from my socks,

leave my clothes
on the mezzanine,

settle on a pair
of God's holy trousers.

Valentine's is a reason
to buy myself a box.



tk/February 2012



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51 comments:

  1. You know, you'll have to have them all pulled out, after the Savoy Truffle.

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  2. Ha. I wrote about the same thing, but a bit different. K.

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  3. A case where things look better in black and white.

    Awesome photo!

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  4. God's holy trousers!!! so cool tess!!! steven

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  5. I'd have hoped Godiva didn't wear socks to rise from...LOL

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  6. Oooh -- perfect prompt,and perfect words to go with it. Well done!

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  7. What yummy verse to go with a tasty image! :o)

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  8. Ohhhhh... Steamy hot that one! Perfect for the Valentine's week! Great job Tess!

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  9. I can't find God in any of the trousers I try to squeeze into. Nice poem.

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  10. A pile of gorgeous cocoa-skinned men... who needs candy? (Or trousers!) 8-)

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  11. Oh, it's Valentine week? I totally took a different track.

    Beautiful, as always!

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  12. You can be our collective Valentine'
    for sure, as you found the heat,
    stirred the lust behind the Hallmark
    bullshit; steamy and profound, as
    always.

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  13. Ah yes...my fave, Godiva. A lovely read.

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  14. Milk and dark chocolate - nice (but leave out the white chocolate!)

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  15. Love chocolate :) Nice write and Happy Valentine's Day!

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  16. "God's holy trousers" is just amazing!

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  17. Valentines' has a way of leading us to our child indulgent id. Your poem has captured the essence. A mouthwatering write Tess. Thank you for sharing and while you are at the mall, could you pick me up a box too?
    Sweet! xo

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  18. chuckle, on the holy trousers
    blessed be the chocolatiers

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  19. Perfect Valentine's gift for someone special! Hope you have a great one.

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  20. "I rise from my socks" is brilliant, and SO you...this melts in the mouth and drips poignancy. Make it a big box of the best...Godiva, indeed...let your mouth ride that escalator, my friend.

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  21. Beautifully written. Makes me want to be covered in chocolate.

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  22. well I certainly went a different way.....really like where you went with the pic.....thanks for sharing again

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  23. I loved the photo and I certainly love it that this poem was light hearted.

    A little bit upset though that her dark horse is missing!

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  24. Yup I could be transported by chocolate!

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  25. HA! Brilliant stuff. Thank you.

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  26. That opening line is a wonder! She is the vanilla creme center, I think.

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  27. I agree! It's always a good time to buy yourself a treat. Who needs a holiday for that?

    I love this:
    "My mouth rides
    the escalator"

    ~Shawna
    rosemarymint.wordpress.com

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  28. incredible image-love God's Holy Trousers!

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  29. Chocolate covered dream...that's what this is!!

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  30. "rides the escalator"....this comes from a higher place

    nicely done

    Peace

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  31. "Lady" you sure packed this with a huge punch!!

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  32. is it juvenile of me to only think...ouch?

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  33. Tess this is a lovely poem. for some strange reason I tried to write a poem to the prompt but all I could think of while looking at this pic was -------. You will see if you come by and like me you probably will have no idea how I got there from here.

    Wander

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  34. this made me smile, reminding me of my childhood keepsakes.

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  35. Yes, a little box of exotic chocolates with the taste of sweet, sensual pleasures. Good take on the image. Very modern...very apt.
    WJJ

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  36. and the calorie count? Fine poem Tess. Bizarre image.

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  37. Holy mackerel! Holy smoke! Holy trousers! Tess, I think you have created a new holy exclamation!

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  38. what brilliant words to put together.

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  39. Sluurrrrrrrrrrrrrpppp....
    What a delicious read, Tess!

    Ahh.. Godiva! Ouch... my teeth don't permit too much of heaven though! Dang!

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  40. nice box of heaven

    <a href="http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/haunting-suppleness/>haunting suppleness</a>

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  41. The box, yes the box! Why they didn't think about it?

    Hank

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  42. What a fabulous piece! Those trousers sure are popular....!

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  43. Dear Tess: Delicious~ I must try Godiva...so smooth on smooth~!

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