You’re my salt shaker baby.
You add flavor and zing to my life
when I’ve had a bitter grapefruit day
or a bland tomato sandwich week.
A little shake as you walk by
or when you greet me on the street
makes my cookie dough rise.
There’s no MSG for me—
like the salt seasons the sea
you dissolve into my soul.
You’re my pepper grinder lover.
You give my stew a little kick
when the world is plain and lacking
or the celery in my bloody mary
just ain’t cuttin’ it Sunday morning.
A little twist to the left
and then back to the right
makes it just spicy enough
to drive away my boredom
and quench my yearning.
You’re my sugar shot darling.
You sweeten up my morning latte
with pleasantness on my tongue,
change the perspective of my day
and lead me out into the sun.
A pump or two into my cup,
maybe caramel or sweet vanilla,
drowns out the noise, slows the pace
gives me the energy and vigor
to enjoy myself.
Though life, I know, is worth living
it’s the taste of your essence
your pizzazz and your zest
that makes this mundane existence
a pleasure to partake in—
tantalizing and delicious.
So many lines in this poem made me smile . Very creative metaphors. I really like the tone switches from playful to serious. This is a great reminder of how others can lift us up and make each day more pleasurable. Nice work!
My fav. lines were-
"A little shake as you walk by
or when you greet me on the street
makes my cookie dough rise."
Ba-da-boom ba-da-bing, I read this when you posted it but never replied and forgot about it. I found it by mistake today while hacking the site..... I mean checking the security of the server. The word racy comes to mind. That's what metaphors tend to do. It shows the readers thought process. Either you were talking about sex or making a nice Italian dinner. It contain a lot of words that could be use in a Harlequin Romance novel.
Rising, grinding, quenching, twisting, pumping, shaking, stewing, spicy, yearning, ripping tearing smacking kicking choking cutting.
My mistake, It is just Italians eating dinner........
@!#$%^%^*^&&@$%^ WTF? It sure didn't take you guys long to get off the beaten path. @tlhopkinson. Really? Everything is about sex? I'll try and forget that comment when a TSA agent tries to pat me down. Or when I go for a Colonoscopy. If the attending physician seems a tad anxious and happens to be sporting a woody. "Hey Doc. Take the long way, stick the camera down my throat, cause we ain't going through the keister!"
@Forgewright. I hope if you're gonna write something steamy, it has humor. I'm not going there just yet. Word polishing the act of getting laid seems a bit torturous. And should you take on the endeavor please write about protected sex. Lord know we don't need any STD's spreading at Thoughts...................
Ha, Right on. I would say a few verses about teenage backseat fumbling would work. The excitement of base achievements followed by complete incompetence would read well. I remember thinking I would have to be able to snap my fingers like the Fonz to undue a bra. Hell, I still couldn't do that!
Everything ends up being related to sex in some way... sex is almost as hard (um, difficult) to write about as love without sounding like a cheeseball. I agree, that adding humor would make the cheesiness appropriate. At any rate, some poets can and do write poems that aren't technically on the topic of sex, but DO include plenty of words and phrases to get the imagination going. So yes, if you were to write a poem about a colonoscopy, I am sure someone, somewhere, would find something sexual in it. Yeah, ok, I feel an STD stinging my eyes... best stop commenting .
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