Winter's Warmth

I remember the day of winter's warmth.
When summer's lonely chill had been long forgotten.
When we were both made to feel
How stone cold hearts softly soften.

I remember how often I felt
Two awkwardly shaped snowflakes
Melt over a bed of the darkest chocolate;
Covered with a touch of the softest cotton.

I remember how our insides laid there
Opposite, silent;
Watching eyes bright and vibrant.

Watching the constant process
Of silhouettes draped in satin.
Where damp sheets
Formed shapes and patterns.
From which forms
We too became moist and passionate.
Eager to learn new styles and fashions
To practice waking up in sweats and off balance.

Two very attractive attracting magnets,
Attached and matching habits.
Affirming actions with breathless panting.
Candid when asking questions unanswered;
Satisfied with answers spelled out with laughter.

Now, here, living a life left for the here after.
Now, no longer baffled by matters
That will later no longer matter.
Now, maybe just a little stifled
By actions that may affect us after.
But too enchanted and enamored
To give it second thought.

'Cause, what was can no longer be.
'Cause, what was, was the former me.
'Cause, your form has formed in me.
A form so formless.
See?
Forcing me to breathe through poetry
Just so the world would know it’s me.

For it seems, because of thee,
I can no longer be
What they've previously seen of me.

For it seemingly seems to me,
Each steamy scene with thee
Leaves me snug and cozy
With a part of me, it seems,
Only you have seen.
Sticky and serene; quick to please.

And quite pleased at how well
Each tease teases me.
At how the sweltering heat
Has suddenly begun melting
The softest parts in me.
I even felt it thaw the heart
You gave in parts to me.

Startled, I thought,

How often do we get
To become a part of our dreams?

Reviews

[Li Li]

Breath-taking. I loved this piece. The rhythm was such a compliment to the emotion. You really put forth a piece of talent. Something quite powerful. I am in awe over here. Hardly able to give the full expression of how this piece makes me feel. For once, I am choking on words.

Beautiful. Everything about it......beautiful. From the words, to the rhythm, to the format.....

Li

[THE LOST ROSE]

Damn! I am in awe of this piece. It was a slow grind on the way to a magical journey. This piece if spoken word which I think it is I know pump the crowd. Awesome job I look forward to reading everything you got here on WC.

[Jo Anna Bella]

With this poem, you gently pulled me in, out of the cold and your warmth, tenderness, and male sensitivity filled me anew.

Bravo.

Jo Anna Bella, Poet at Heart

[Kolayah-keevan]

You keep amazing me.

[W. Liddell]

I love the rhythm and cadence in this poem, first off. You have such a great voice. I always say the mark of a good writer is when you can hear them in your head, reading their piece to you. This is true of this poem. This reminds me of a Saturday afternoon spent in bed and it's so wonderful the feelings it evokes, this private, or these private wonderful moments between people. Such soft, sweet adoration and the worship of winter as a gift. Wow. Thank you for writing this. It's so amazing.

[Francis Rabbit]

There are a lot of hints of sexuality throughout this poem and I had never given to the thought that well, one spends a great majority of our time in winter indoors, so what better recreation can one find? Winter's warmth indeed. This poem encompasses what I would read as the beginning of a winter romance. I wonder at the future (the return of "summer's chill") and while the narrator acknowledges the effect that the romance will change him/her, later decides to enjoy the moment instead. This poem's main conceit suggests the author's full comprehension of the contradictions at the beginning of a romance. It is a splendid and happy exploration and I for one feel worthwhile.

[Matthew Marquis]

As with most poems I review I must say that I am a poetic moron. I know what I like and what is pleasant to my ear, but breaking things down using the specific vocabulary of poetry is well beyond me. That said, though, I offer you my following, and hopefully helpful, point of view.

This felt structurally like two separate poems. The first part has an awkward sort of drifting pace. There's a general beat to it but sometimes it loses that in sentences going a bit too long. In particular:

We too became moist and passionate
About learning new styles and fashions
To practice waking up in sweats and off balance.

it's a nice portion, it just feels out of place - out of balance, if that makes any sense.

The second half has the repetitious "e" sound that comes across succinctly and direct. As if to say finally, here's what this is really about. i enjoyed this becausse of the pacing and firm structure much more than the first half.

It's a great story though.

Regards,
Matthew

[Goddess Sophia (filomen..]

not often enough..
i could hear the vibrations of you speaking through this piece...as it flowed meticulously..
had my in a fixated trance...till the last stanz...
awesome write...

[Dawn]

Art, so very vivid. You've managed to express what many yearn to be able to in a sensual tune.

[Michael Anyanwu]

Art, this joint is off the hook for all the right reasons. Soul felt passion that sounds genuinely refreshing. Powerful impact and intricate word arrangements that conjure up images of love and that eternal connect between man and woman. (or lovers in general)

In other words, that truly powerful "ish" that forms the bedrock of that inner peace that we all crave with another.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Wow...that was beautiful in every sense--in senses that never before connected.

You gotta speak this!