7/13/14

Waltzing the Muse





Armed in white tie
and cultured southern pearls,
we're civilly suited.

Stepping into the word waltz,
an etiquette of circle and tease--
stalk in, scurry back.

Manufacturing rhythm in plot turned inside out.
Sexy repartee confined,
to tidy essentials.

I stumble, tripping on decorum,
bread and butter foreplay
consumed with knife and fork.

Corseted in propriety,
confinement's keys
unlock cheeky fantasy.

Him robed in moonlight,
hard body surfing
a dew soaked meadow.

He's caught me out,
saw mischief dance naked in my eyes.
Or tasted whine-laced hunger behind a chaste kiss.

Leaning in close,
his whisper hot against my ear,
he digs in.

Ravishes with words.
Parts me with devil's tongue,
thoughts spread like a meal.

Devour me, sugar.
Consume me.
Eat with your fingers.

~Nara Malone

I started writing this three years ago, had the ending then. I found the first stanza a year ago. The middle has been that hard struggle between writer and word to get past the formality and down to the raw heart of what needs saying. I'm still not sure it's done.When I saw dVerse Poets are having an anniversary ball tonight, I thought what better dance partner than the muse I've been playing hide and seek with these past three years. Drop in to see who the other poets brought or to introduce us to your partner for the evening.

This was also a contribution to the Sunday Whirl.

25 comments:

  1. Every single word feels exactly right...There are too many fine images to pick apart and say - yes!

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  2. How you teased us with the word play...no, I am wrong you delighted us. Much applause.

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  3. This is a beauty Nara! Great word craft aptly extended. Most sophisticated use and sensuously expressed all along the way! Great write!

    Hank

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  4. "Or tasted whine-laced hunger behind a chaste kiss." that phrase did it for me!

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  5. Bravo! Your words ravish ... and consume! Well done! Georgia

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  6. Oh, dear, that was really hot! Nice.

    Pamela

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  7. oh my....it is a good thing there are plenty of fountains at the boboli...to cool off in...finger foods....my favorite...heh....i tell you what...the dance can def get in your blood..and once it does there is no telling where the night is heading....

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  8. Starts off flirty and a bit coy, heating up to that final consuming. Wowee. This one is quite steamy.

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  9. That a sexy ending, I love it when the muse is so elusive and teasing lover ~ Good to see you on the dance floor Nara ~

    Grace

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  10. oh! my gosh! This poem is super awesome. You are such a talented writer.

    Bravo! :)

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  11. All kinds of hunger here, Nara! And this read like a waltz.

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  12. Seductive and whooshing by.. the verse is playful, fun and intoxicating. I really liked it and that ending... whoop... is amazing. :-)
    -HA

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  13. You not only waltzed with the Muse, you wrapped a leg over his shoulder, and seduced him with tango & your tongue; love the second stanza, it harkens back to the pulse of writing prose & poetics; being so confident, so skilled, you can afford to lavish us with foreplay before delivering the funnel cake.

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  14. whew - now that is some fingerfood and dancing with the mood...one can easily lose their head on parties like that...smiles

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  15. Wow! you wore sexy to the party and had me at Hello ehrr "cultured southern pearls" - we all have ours. I give my granddaughters a string on their 13th birthday - no proper Southern girl would be a teenager without them and of course - you let them unwind after that...let's see who is in the maze. It's time to find an Italian partner..come on girlfriend.

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    1. Lol, he was whispering Italian somethings in my ear behind that that topiary that looked like a giraffe. I don't know what he said but the accent was ravishing.

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  16. Oh, this is quite a delightful dance. I am sure It will be one that is never forgotten.

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  17. Hmm..for 'some' reason i feel more comfortable..here..

    a FREE! flowing environment it seems...

    But away from nuances..

    Lovely words..of muse..and truly life IS Muse..

    i for one..
    am NOT AFRAID of the TRUTH..
    SO ENJOY THE REST OF THE BALL OF LIFE..

    I THINk U ALREADyDO!:)
    BUT
    just a hunch..;)!

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  18. this is why waltzes were considered taboo when they first made there way into the ballroom. this is quite a tasty little number.

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  19. Tripping on decorum;...corseted in propriety--loved your choice of words and metaphor throughout.Nicely done.

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  20. Hi Nara a beautifully sensuous night at your table and upon the dance floor. You have captured it all very vividly. Well done.

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