R.A.D. Stainforth's beautifully fresh reading:
Choose a ripe one;
wrap fingers around each part.
Push down, slow at first,
then grind hard, on the sombrero.
Pump, until juice shoots,
seeds cinch in the grooves.
Salt the lip; add tequila.
Drink deep, and repeat,
until all thirst is quenched.
tk/May 2012
The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin
Hi Tess, wonderfully direct and roundabout at the sme time. Strong rhthyms here. K.
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Salacceous
Satisfying
Sensual
Sipping
South Seas
Sapphos.
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'What's for lunch, Mum?'
ReplyDelete'Same as every day; FRUIT!'
Pour me one, please!
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ReplyDeletevery refreshing - you've made me
ReplyDeletecrave this drink, written in a
sly sensual manner.
Mmmm...funny, my husband and I were just talking about how long it's been since we had tequila shots. This stirs that desire.
ReplyDeleteSensual poem! I love Gauguin.
ReplyDeleteYes Ma'am! Great day for it! Thanks for the prompt!
ReplyDeletefab..send one over waiter please!!
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ReplyDeleteMarvelous, Tess!
ReplyDeleteUsed to do that a long time ago-thanks Tess.
ReplyDeleteOh, this read aloud here is a treat!!!
ReplyDeleteSUCH great word usage, Tess!
That is hot. This cracked me up: "then grind hard, on the sombrero."
ReplyDeleteI misread Kay's comment as "send over one waiter please." :)
Reminds me of another life.
ReplyDeleteGonna be hard to quench my thirst after this one!!!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful recipe for a Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeletegood instructional
ReplyDeletequick heat quick art
Cheers! Never had Tequila but, you've made it sound enticing :)
ReplyDeleteI also misread Kay's comment as "send over one waiter please"...
ReplyDeleteI like to have a sip of that ~
ReplyDeleteCheers and Happy Mother's Day ~
LOL Tess; glad I'm not the only one. ;)
ReplyDeleteSuddenly I'm thirsty. :o)
ReplyDeleteWhy did the Mexican push his wife off a cliff? Tequila ...
ReplyDeletewell that was rather sensual...now i might need a stiff drink...smiles...
ReplyDeletecheers- I am off to the patio!
ReplyDeleteR.A.D., you tell bad jokes with aplomb.
ReplyDeleteWe're all on healthy food today! We've turned vegetarians! I thought so, Tess! Great write!
ReplyDeleteHank
And if they could speak to her from within their painted life, they would say thank you so much!
ReplyDelete...fanning myself. ha!
ReplyDeleteLip, Sip, Suck, Ole !
ReplyDeleteGoodness! A far cry from the liquid in Gauguin's bowl, that's for sure. LOL
ReplyDeleteHere's a question for you. Who is this yummy R.A.D. Stainforth fellow, and how did you meet him?
ReplyDeleteLove how you extracted just the ripest fruit on the table.
ReplyDeleteMarcheline, I met the yummy and intriguingly enigmatic Mr. Stainforth in 2008, through his blog Black Dogs.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's 5 o'clock somewhere..time to start!!
ReplyDeleteI found out the hard way - a lot of tequila needs to be swallowed to quench a thirst... ;)
ReplyDeleteA most refreshing treat after the exhausting labors of "wrapping, pushing, pumping, grinding, shooting and salting". Cheers. Thanks for passing around some of your 'Fresh Squeezed' poetry, Tess. =D
ReplyDeleteI love that word choice, "sombrero". So apt!
ReplyDeleteYes, repeat...I'le have another! Love this Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteA skin of luscious verbs, tasty and sweet.
ReplyDeleteThat got my juices running! Superb.
ReplyDeleteSharp, refreshing words - just like the drink
ReplyDeleteWho would have thought that squeezing juice could be so intimate??
ReplyDeleteA fine example of a sensual food poem that alludes to sensuality beyond. Shades of 'Tom Jones'..!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness.
ReplyDelete(clutches pearls...)
heehee
Hoo-wee!
;)
Thank you gentle readers...I appreciate your kind and generous comments more than you know...
ReplyDeleteThose words, that voice......waters my mouth no end! Well done.
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