Piper Nigrum
Paper lines, paper cuts
My fingers burn to touch
Softly against his eye lids
The taste of a lemon
Dripped over my finger-tips
The membrane and seeds
My tongue on fire
My nose twitches
Burning from the inside-out
Ancho, poblano, habanero, Fresno, jalapeno
Like chilli’s I need to handle him with care
I must avoid rubbing my eyes and face
In his armpits
He looks like he would smell like a home
I have not visited
Across the border
With barbed-wire fences
And white flowers
With blood-red pollen
No paper to make into birds
Folded in half, then again at the corners
No cuts on the edge of the page
Still my fingers long
To trace the fine new-born hairs
Around his mouth.
Comments
Awww this is awesome Bio. ‘smell like a home’ YES thats so wonderful, this whole piece is brilliant. I cant help but read it again and again.
Sensual. Handle like hot peppers! Oooooh!
this is simply delicious…….. and incredibly sexy in a spiritual sort of way……….. (and i happen to be a hugh fan of armpits)……… love it my friend…………b
whoa Red, this is brilliant. It flows so wonderfully…
Love this:
Burning from the inside-out
Ancho, poblano, habanero, Fresno, jalapeno
Like chilli’s I need to handle him with care
Thanks guys!!
There is such a lovely measured flow and alliteration in this. For me this piece shows a love of words beyond or outside what they can say. Yes? Really nicely done. Ax
yes.. or rather a using words to woo a lover? or.. about love, I really like everyone to have their own interpretation
– BiographyofRed8
He would need to be handled with care if that hot chilli cursed the paper cuts of the emotions he made with the folds of his hands as he took you like parchment and folded you into the shape of a beating heart….xxx
fire on the page you blaze….
thanks!
– BiographyofRed8