Kiss me
to the bone
with your
rosebud lips.
Make me oblivious
to thunder.
Dance through my veins
as I breathe you in.
Drenched and dripping,
surely I will drown
in you.
Enfold me in
your arms
as rain
puddles at our feet.
Gene Kelley
ain’t got nothin’ on us.
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I love your imagery! Great poem.
ReplyDeleteKiss me to the bone. Love that line.
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of gene Kelly too.
All warm and fuzzy today
ReplyDeleteThunder is okay
But if struck by lightning literally
They'd feel that I'd bet at my sea
Oh to be Cyd Charisse for just one day .... one of my favorite Mags this week, Ms. Mary!
ReplyDeleteWonder if the thunder is a cause or an effect of their lips meeting ! . Keep safe over there, US of A
ReplyDeletemake me oblivious to thunder....ha...now that is one deep kiss...love the adjective of it as well being a rosebud kiss...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI am with Brian. What a line!
ReplyDeleteIt is an amazing line! A wonderful write Mary!! :-)
ReplyDeleteLet's all dance in the rain together? :)
ReplyDeletefabulous...x
ReplyDeleteThe drought is over - let the drench begin. Lovely.
ReplyDeletedamn girl, just damn
ReplyDeletedaaaayyyyuuummm
Wow, that was amazing! great work!
ReplyDeleteOh I love "oblivious to thunder"...
ReplyDeleteYou can write, Other Mary!
ReplyDeletePoor Gene Kelley - all that work down the swanee......! This truly is love if they can outdo Gene!
ReplyDelete'Kiss me to the bone' - wonderful as is the rest of your piece.
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