Sunday, April 29, 2012

In Vitro

R.A.D. Stainforth's lovely delivery...



I sit cross-legged and watch,
as your sea fades and shrinks;

shell-like bubbles break,
in the lingering suds.

I listen, bath-wrinkled,
shiver, as your voice runs liquid,

your soft night-time eyes blink,
as you take a drag,

curls drip behind your ears;
your lips within kissing distance.


tk/ April 2012


image by Manu Pombrol
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49 comments:

  1. very atmospheric tess...i like the fading sea...really nice textures too...the suds, the shells....the close has a nice warm intimacy...

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  2. Very pretty poem, Tess.

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  3. I particularly like the image of curls dripping behind ears... that's slightly erotic, and stirs my imagination! Then again, maybe I'm just a naughty monkey.

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  4. drives a lot of imagination with this Miss tess... cool!

    JJRod'z

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  5. totally provacative...ya gotta love a man in a bathtub!!!

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  6. bathing and soaking together-this is lovely.

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  7. lovely thank you for great prompt and sharing your lovely poem x

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  8. Sultry, seductive, sensual.

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  9. Who hasn't been bath-wrinkled in the name of love? Sweet memories evoked.

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  10. This poem, and Stainforth's reading...the perfect match.

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  11. Your poem, so clean and kissable is wonderful Tess. I have a strong urge to wrap it up in a thick towel and rub it up and down. heehee =D

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  12. Bathing together is great fun,
    and it certainly can lead to
    several fun options. Perhaps
    you only intended to bathe
    him while he is in the tub,
    but for some reason I see
    you boob-deep in sensual suds.

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  13. Ohhhhh. "as your sea fades and shrinks."
    YES.

    Love it.
    De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) http://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/the-anecdote-of-the-jar/

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  14. Bath-wrinkled... I love it. As always, a stellar piece.

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  15. within kissing distance....very nice.

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  16. wonderful words as always Tess..x

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  17. Exquisitely wrought and evocative, Tess-- and sensual. Somebody's in your sights in a ravishing way...xxxj

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  18. "lovely delivery" clever.

    Is this poem an ode to R. A. D. Stainforth? Liquid voice, eyes blink, take a drag, curls...ahem

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  19. I like this very much - especially the "night-time eyes".

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  20. Tess, I love the intimacy in this...very nice!

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  21. Exquisite reading. Poetry should be read aloud. Slowly and deliberately without self-conscious raising of the voice at the end of each line. Breathing between lines giving each listener time to partake of each couplet. Lovely. This poem brings the reader into a place. Each couplet entices with specific words: shrinks, lingering. runs liquid, night-time yes blink, drag......and then you turn the reader's head toward the curls and UNDERSTATE the ending. Positively enlarges the romance. THe reader is left in the limbo of hope. AWESOME.

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  22. Dear Tess: Stylish, tres film noir' very romantic mood. Adored;
    "night-time eyes blink". Master class~!

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  23. Tres cool!
    RAD looks like he has lost weight. What are you doing right? : )

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  24. Ooh, I love these:

    "shiver, as your voice runs liquid,
    your soft night-time eyes blink"

    rosemarymint.wordpress.com

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  25. A very sensual encounter with the mer man via the bath - portal

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  26. Very nice. I love how each line connects to the next one, as in Watch/Fades/Break Bubbles/Suds/bath Listen/Voice/blink drag/curls/ ears/ lips and also curls behind/distance. Pretty cool. Thanks

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  27. A drag and a kiss.... Alas, but memories of another time.
    rel

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  28. A lovely capture, the suds, the bubbles, the wet curls behind the ear. It's sensual, subtle. Lovely.

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  29. His world is definitely shrinking!
    thanks-

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  30. Wow, evocative images there!

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  31. love the "shiver" in the middle of the poem... I'm a thinkin' that "tingling" isn't from the cold ;P Very smoooooth poem. Loved it!

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  32. From beginning to end so many wonderful images in this Tess! Lovely writing as always! :-)

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  33. This poem elicits the 'butterflies' in the stomach that I felt at the first blush of teenage love--haven't felt them in years. Your writing is so sensual and lovely!

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  34. I am drawn to the gentle sensuality here... fine stuff Tess!

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  35. Very sensual without being in-your-face about it. That's the artistry of the thing. Great write. Vb

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  36. bath-wrinkling beats pruning! Great poem...

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  37. I swear.......RAD delivers the (very) goods better with a fag/cigarette in hand!

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  38. Good reading, Tess! Very sensuous, tugs at the love strings! Great write!

    Hank

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  39. I have to agree with Brian, you've certainly set an atmosphere. Beautiful, Tess!

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  40. You have perfectly captured the essence of the image of Paul McGann in the bathtub (from the movie "Withnail & I") that I recently posted about. Especially the curls bit... gah, I could just eat him up whole!

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  41. Such a romantic vision! This lovely dreamy imagery is not only one of your best (in my opinion) but also one of your most accessible. (That comment says more about me than you, of course! :-)

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  42. Lovelt poem, as usual. "Bath wrinkled" makes it!

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  43. Great piece with lovely imagery.

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  44. Loved this, particularly the last two lines. Nice.

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  45. Thank you all for reading and leaving your kind comments...it would be far less satisfying to write without your wonderful feedback...you're the best...

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