Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

The H(owl) Of The Night


The bird of worst hour
delivers an empty box of kisses.
On feathered wings with round
feathers so silent, so not even
the mice hear a thing

The bowl of raspberries to deliver.
But your lips burn with a scent of ecstacy.
Flesh shudders when your hot lips touch my skin
H(old) to hug, then kiss.

My lip to your lips, eye into eyes, bliss.
Take my love as I devour yours.
Giving all that is yours.
Wrestle down love to it's lowest core,
make you feel desired once more.

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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  • Shalyn Stachmus (9/13/2013 9:47:00 PM)

    And there she goes,
    she whistles a breath of lovely
    and down to your toes,
    you'll feel the breath of loving.

    Whistle your tune, man
    Those raspberries don't wait.
    Just wait, if you can
    But damn, to anticipate.

    Am I right? :) (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (9/11/2013 4:57:00 AM)

    A lively poem, it sounds like you've got a wild night planned. Don't forget the toothpicks for the raspberry pips. (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (9/10/2013 1:22:00 PM)

    This is very though provoking i am not sure if its a love poem it has a touch of the Liz Taylor Richard Burton kind of love i will be reading again i find great poem s need a few reads to tell their story great work (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (9/9/2013 10:43:00 AM)

    A box of delights
    filled and empty
    when it reaches its fate
    a heart full and empty
    to balance what is not seen
    but can be touched
    by invisible feelings (Report) Reply

  • Laurie X3 (9/6/2013 5:46:00 PM)

    When I was about 14 and had a bad case of the flu, our landlord who always joked with me stopped over. Before he left he gave me a paper bag to help me get better and told me to open it. I did. On the bottom he wrote A bag of Feel Good'. I remember laughing, it made me feel better. Silly me kept that bag until it was turned into ash during a house fire many years later. Invisible does not equal empty. Just thought you should know. (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson (9/6/2013 3:37:00 AM)

    very nice! i have to confess that this work is a poem that i must read it all the nights before going to sleep to retain my love to the existence and world.
    perfect write! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (9/5/2013 5:31:00 PM)

    lovely and touching poem my lips to your lips eye into eyes bliss take my love as I devour yours, (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/4/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    Oh I love this most delicious write. So very romantic in all
    of its passionate details. You put your all in this poem.
    A wise (smile) use of the night owl. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/4/2013 6:22:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with double meanings in it..Especially the.Howl and owl, , , Hold and old..
    Something quiet different..PIcturised Beautifully...Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/3/2013 8:44:00 AM)

    Much has to be read between the lines and the apt images have delivered the poem in our minds perhaps desiring to read about the deep levels of ecstasy of love despite the seasons and ageing of the physiques. Well written sir! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/2/2013 11:04:00 PM)

    The owl of desire comes,
    Howling at night.
    Not too old to hug and kiss,
    Lips burn with ecstasy,
    And wrestles down love to the core..... Great images! (Report) Reply

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