I awoke
with a message for my love
Carried
safely on an azure pillow made of crepe
On
a crimson note, two words dashed in ink
Remember
me
And
you might if you dream of romance and water
Giving
away your daily concerns for those that capture
A
life worth living and then some, drink hastily and don’t spill
For
the drop that misses your lips may be the one
That
lubricates
And
if by morning time the birds arrange for a meeting of the minds
Do not let them speak gravely of my soul in South America
Do not let them speak gravely of my soul in South America
The
summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart, melting
I
am the king of butter, and I will drip fiercely
Between
the cracks of your toasty thoughts, spreading nicely
With
purpose
So
sing with all that you have and dismiss if you must
This
call to my side and settle into your curse
But
I will tell you once more, that this side has weight
And
over spilled wine and silky paella with scallops
You
may be able to find in my eyes what you have missed so long
And
enjoy the richness of a touch of butter churned for you
The
queen
(©2011 Corey Rowley)
Oh! Lucky Queen, if you ask me. I loved every word, and the Latin seasoning just made it that much better.
ReplyDeleteThe king and queen of butter. I love it.
ReplyDelete"toasty thoughts" I especially like "you may be able to find in my eyes what you have missed for so long".......an invitation she would be a fool to resist!
And if by morning time the birds arrange for a meeting of the minds
ReplyDeleteDo not let them speak gravely of my soul in South America
The summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart, melting
I am the king of butter...
These are some of my favourite lines of yours ever!
hmmmmm, this just makes me smack my lips a bit. over.
ReplyDeleteWho needs K-Y ?
ReplyDeleteutterly butterly delicious!
ReplyDeleteIt is better with butter!
ReplyDeleteWow, this was cooking at its finest~
Rich, romantic and churning with passion's prose!
Love it~
wow...oozing with passion!
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the title, and somewhere Wallace Stevens is saying "Butter! Damnit, butter, not ice cream!!"
ReplyDeleteA deliciously rich write. Loved this line:
ReplyDeleteThe summer heat is no match for the fire in my heart!
Butter is the best.
What a tasty and delicious offering~
ReplyDeleteBut I will tell you once more, that this side has weight
And over spilled wine and silky paella with scallops
I felt like butter churning here ~
Unique, sweet, bittersweet strength. I love the series of two words. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteOh, Lord! You've woven such provocative meanings within the seemingly mundane.
ReplyDeleteFirst time here, and thanks to Real Toads for that. Good Lord, man, you create poetry that sizzles with all sorts of heat. You melted my butter, for sure, and I love the layout of your blog as well, how the words move over the verrrrry cool room. Peace, Amy
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