SLOW RISING

"The swell season starts,
deep in the recesses of fallen hearts
tumultuous tides stir in a sea of propriety
a cauldron of desire surges -
let the slow rising begin.

I bite my lips full and luscious,
there can be no turning back.
Voluminous waves form and crash
foaming waters wet an arid longing
surrendering waters from within
let the slow swell season of Love
begin....."

BjR

— Bonitaj, Jun 20, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

Bonitaj

15 years 11 months ago

Thank you Annie

Good of you to stop by... Promise to get over to your page soon lol Boni

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Boni

You did really well but I wanted more descriptives ?... I think its the colour thats lacking hun .... I get the picture but in sepia and not fully formed I see it you just have to paint the colour in now ;) my image of the Mediterranean from movies and from what friends have said is a startling blue or greenish colour ... more colour lol and maybe a little white thrown in will get an email off to you in the morning we have been flat out with things and I have been slack so I apologise for the lateness in replying love and big hugs JayCee x x x (“In time we hate that which we often fear.” William Shakespeare quote)