
A Love Poem Isn’t About
feeling someone else’s
tongue in your mouth,
or a quick around a bit
of curvaceousness,
or a rising desire or even
someone’s fumey breath,
but perhaps it’s about
the scent of rose water,
or the memory of a day
that linger like a first kiss,
or waltzes, in-step with
perfumed air, milky skin,
mint ice cream, or those
intricate twists of touch,
or affection … but never
the agonies of lust, and
have I told you lately that
your lips taste of ginger.
This is a draft, and not a very good one at that. Bits are salvageable though. Written for Miz Quickly’s 16 December: Some People Are Good At Titles. Photo by János Patrik and Toufic Mobarak on Unsplash ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
8 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 16 December: Love Poems Suck Lemons”
From what I posted the other day, there are not many who would object to tasting ginger!
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I love ginger. I used to have a jar of candied ginger that was a sure cure for tummy aches too.
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so it’s ghood for you, too!
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I like it tea also.
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I love those dark chocolate pieces of ginger that only seem to appear in the shops at this time of year.🙂
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Oooooh yeah. But it has to be dark chocolate. I’ve tried the milk choccie, and it’s lacking that opposites attract thingy.
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Yep. Has to be dark chocolate, dead right!
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Very lovely phrases in here. Especially enjoyed “the memory of a day, that linger like a kiss.” Also like the surprise ending of “you taste like.ginger”
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