Submissions by SeaCat

set your pulse racing, bring a blush, and—
we might coyly admit—can be quite a turn-on.
 
Some amuse, sparking moments of mirth.
 
And some challenge, demand attention,
stubbornly wrestling with a proud intellect.
 
But some, maybe not many,
quietly knock, wait and enter, gently  
heating, birthing flames in your spirit,
 
as breath on hot coals.
 
Their essence extracted, distilled, cast
into a spell, awaiting
 
incantation by your breath.


Original
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set...

She cast me a glance 
an easy wink
laden with Saturday morning coffee
and rumpled cuddles —
when we strolled in woollen comfort
and embraced by frosty firelight,
sharing toasted marshmallow kisses.

She snapped her fingers
pulling me back to her sunlit studio,
and the steady tap 
tap of her hammer,
smartly striking
her cold chisel,
chip by chip
revealing, smoothing,
muscular curves.

“You see”, she said, “I
only remove that
which is not
him.”

She wiped her...

What will remain,

when my atoms disband,
parting ways,
dispersing, as a castle, sliding grains
or boulders.

Slow or quick.

Feathers flutter, and Mothering White
drifts from the cold North Sea.

What will remain?  Fading footprints
and a depression
where I sat, writing names

in the Endless Sand.

My beloved showed me beauty, the strong

nuclear force, binding quarks —


and its marvellous spin-off, uniting bodies.
Spanning atoms or stars, mysterious

glue, exchange of tangling tokens,
trinkets, touches, words —

body-breathed, fingertip written,

tracing undulating contours.

Following spacetime dimples, planets blindly
orbit their star.

Charmed, we lie, still,
eye to eye, in a darkened room, and worlds

fall away.  The cosmos shrinks
wrapping us.