Taste of Your Dreams
by
Debra Rose
(Age: 21)
copyright 08-14-2006
Age Rating: 16 to 127
I dreamed and I feared
I imagined you splayed out on your stomach
dressed in nothing but....
well...I'll leave that up to you.
I pictured the way my mouth would feel
trailing on your thigh.
How you would taste when I reached
that treasure trove between your....
dreams.....
...they often flicker in and out
and sometimes
they make perfect sense
when they shouldn't.
Like the one about you and me being attacked
by a giant cheerio
really signified the way I...
despise....
....bad milk....
reminds me of my mother.
In a sort of surrealist type of way.
And dreams...
they taste just like that specific spot
on the clouds where you
spread your....
...fingers....
splayed them across the glass as you
gave one last gaze at me through the
car window and mouthed
"I'll see you after the execution."
I still wonder if you tasted the electrical volt
of your.....
....climax.....
in the same way I did......
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Very tongue-in-cheek. I love the play on words and the double meanings throughout. I thought that this poem was executed wonderfully and had a playful eroticism that was suggestive without being overbearing.
Good write, I as usually really enjoy reading your work and the story that plays out in my mind. Wonderful imagery. Makes me know that I haven't been placing to much though into my own work.
Debra: Glad to see your poems again! This one is preety spicey but superbly expressive and moving as a consequence of the erotic and the clever turn to the words. Your work is always unique and this one of course has the Debra Rose signature - exotic emotion emanating from it like frankincense and myrrh. Kewl ! Great stuff!
Best Regards,
Lyle
Very erotic and filled with beautiful imagery and metaphors such as:Like the one about you and me being attacked
by a giant cheerio
really signified the way I...
despise....
....bad milk....
reminds me of my mother.
In a sort of surrealist type of way.
Your passion rises up from this poem in an almost sublime way.