2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

Some mornings, I’m able to get to the computer earlier than others. Today is one of those early bird days! Yay!

For today’s prompt, write a love poem. Simple as that. Poets who’ve done the PAD challenges in the past know I always sneak this one in somewhere during the month. And if you’re all anti-love poem, that’s fine. Express your anti-love in a poem as well; it still counts toward this prompt.

Here’s my attempt:

“Do you like what you see?”

O, yes!

I love that shirt
and how it looks on you
though I’d like it even more
if it were on the floor.

I can’t explain why–
like describing the pleasures
of various fruits,
why try?

Instead,
I’ll answer, “Yes!
Sweet baby, yes!
You intoxicate me like wine.”

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204 thoughts on “2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10

  1. alana sherman

    I TRY TO HOLD ON TO MY MORNING DREAM

    The trees were coated with dust
    and I was longing for rain
    Then, you were in my arms.
    Languorously we made love

    without a word
    in the grass
    beside a small stream.

    Your hands made fire
    everywhere in my body,
    a gloss of sweat covered us.

    I wakened
    tossed off my quilt
    Then, at the same moment,
    you and the rain arrived.

  2. Khara E House

    You and your lovely bones

    Christened in marrow, we collide.
    Souls clandestine secreted by the sapphire
    cadence of moonshine. You part
    my crystalline veil with your bones,
    golden mist and slender reeding
    cascades of silence shimmering
    your mahogany, your radiant cashmere.
    Can I hold your ivory filaments?
    The silk prelude to your storm cellar,
    your august purity, your
    caramel vibrato of skin?

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