SENSUAL FREE VERSE WITH LYRIC

Mingled with the Taste

like a Monarch shackled

Mesmeric. To wait for you means I cannot move

like a Monarch shackled, cocoon to thick to burst with wings never to stretch. I am

like pomade for isotopes. Plastering sills while brandishing faucets in the drip of the silence of the night

jugular attached, sniper aborted like socks hung on dogwood

where you walk like an angel, darkly smiling, Darkly smiling man.

Air for each cell encased, a polycotton blend will curb the blistering when you march for a change.

Armed, out of my arms. Take the time to dry those socks.

You walk like the Devil, darkly smiling. Darkly smiling man.

Like spots on my brow camouflage keeps you

in the desert across waves and voyages where I will you to dreaming of a time for us.

Bungalows affect sleep, unless drowsiness eludes bungalows.

Then the sand dunes, but hollow… but hollow. But, how low?

My half glass is iconoclastic. Guava is to drunk as caramel is to curvaceous.

I want to taste you, savor and not swallow, then drink you back into a glass to kiss you again mingled with the taste of me.

Some of the lines in this poem appear in the poem Protocol Breech Open published in Ladowich Magazine Issue 7, November 2015.

Dionne Charlet is a former Renaissance and Medieval festival queen. Her poetry appears in print in the anthologies New Orleans by Gaslight [Black, 2013] and Cairo by Gaslight, [Black, 2015] under pseudonym Dionne Cherie, and Louisiana Inklings: A Literary Sampler [Gramlich, 2013].