We danced the color

green today

amidst the grass, the hay

within the cornfields

Oh so tall

with a dear kiss

this spectacle

was sealed.

We danced the color

orange today

amidst the crimson leaves

of fall

as the wind kicked up

a mighty gale

you touched me deeply

but with tenderness

as I am often frail.

We danced the color

black today

amidst the night sky

below the shining, shooting stars

below the planet Mars

below Orion and his belt

below the Milky Way

you wrapped your arms about me

as I wished to be nowhere

else.

We danced the color

white today

amidst the cold snowflakes

that fell about our faces

in kind, warm embraces

making angels on the ground

building towers of men around

wrapped in scarves

with coal eyes, carrot noses

you made love to me there

with your endearing stare

from eye to eye

and it was perfect enough

to satisfy any craving

that did I have

at any moment in time.

We danced the color.

We sang the scent

of sandalwood

a musky, manly

fragrance divine

to ripen up the mind.

We sang the scent

of lavendar

an odor so profound

to obliterate

any headache

smells of grass

fresh woodland air

so fair.

We sang the scent

of vanilla

of fresh linens on

the bed

a soft pillow or bosom

to lay your head

sticky, wet

like a lover's nest.

We sang the scent

of cinnamon

an aphrodisiacal

aroma I've been told

burn it in your pots

at Christmastime

to bring True Love nigh.

We sang the scent

of gardenia

a summer's breeze

fragrant, full

and sweet

the smell of your

lover's hair

or that of a child

playing in the

midnight air.

We sang the scent.

We tread our thoughts

upon the pages

in hazy summer days

gazes

along the shore.

We tread our thoughts

upon the pages

amongst autumn's

scarlet leaves

embraces

amidst the shimmering

sunlit glances.

We tread our thoughts

upon the pages

in winter's frozen

rampages

amidst the bare branched

trees.

We tread our thoughts

upon the pages

in spring's eager growth

as new buds come

along

the birds chirp and

hum along.

We tread our thoughts.

We tread our thoughts

upon the pages

throughout our

mighty

four seasons

with the passing of

each year.

We tread our thoughts.

We tempt the feel

of vaseline

glowing, glistening

upon baby's skin.

We tempt the feel

of gardenias

delight

fragrant, pure

white.

We tempt the feel

of the fireside

hearth, warmth

bantering back

and forth.

We tempt the feel

of one another's

embrace then

gaze upon each

other's faces.

We tempt the feel.

We wept the sound

of ages past

wars waged

neverlasting

Love unbound.

We wept the sound

today

as friends, family

pass away.

We wept the sound

of futures

to be

just begging

to be freed.

We wept the sound.

We taunted the taste

of fresh blueberries

in June

in sweet, aromatic

juices

down chins and lips.

We taunted the taste

of cabernet sauvignon

on cherry stained

mouths

minds swimming

slightly in its breath

of grapes' wrath.

We taunted the taste

in one another's embrace

slowly leading

to slips of joined

tongues.

We taunted the taste

of our toes

embedded in bubble baths

delight

alit with scented candles

phermones flitting

from one to the other.

We taunted the taste.

'We Taunted the Taste'

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce

'Strawberry Delights'

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce