he said to me
once
I had honey
under my skin
and he could smell it
wild sweetness
filling my veins like blood,
and tasting it
under my tongue
with every kiss
and I said
I was his instrument
and his rib
and he scribed the chords of me
on the ceiling
in the air
with every touch
an experiment
in sound and color
music
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautiful!
Thanks so much!
O! Intense – taste, touch sight, smell and hearing – all these senses are stroked and caressed in this short but powerful poem!
Thanks, Noel–I think this is it for the jazz poems for the day, lol–the muse has been full of memory and music today 🙂
Intense it is, bestowed with all the senses, strumming the chords of life. Beautiful.
Thank you so very much–glad you liked.
beautiful and glad you have these memories.
🙂 they are sweet.
Such notes…
Thank you–wish I could put a little blushing guy on here…
goodness you are talented… honey under the skin. the way you made the music feel and flow.. nice
Again, where is the little blushing emoticon when you need him? Thanks so much, Audra!