Showing posts with label Songs Like Solomon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs Like Solomon. Show all posts

Monday, October 16, 2023

Color Me

Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner

Unfold a whisper

held on your tongue—

it is sweetest released

on the curve of my ear—

your lips a light-touch paintbrush

coloring my skin.


And you will find me


my hand into yours—

a canvas of two—

us blended,

entwined and unending.


© 2023 Jennifer Wagner


For dVerseQuadrille #186 - Fold

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


I want to search your depths
and find veils
and smoke,
that will vanish at last in flame.
           --from Eve's Discourse, by Carilda Oliver Labra

after first frost,
gypsy lips,
to your molten touch, erupt--

ignite the slumbering zest,
exotic scent,
hidden in white ginger flame,

burns us up
and leaves
            to ash
the petal nest
of our broken names.

We'll sleep like murderers
who've saved themselves
by bonding together in incomparable blossoming.
            --from Eve's Discourse, by Carilda Oliver Labra

© 2015 Jennifer Wagner

For the Sunday Mini-challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Grace offered us the work of Cuban poet Carilda Oliver Labra for inspiration.

Mariposa is the national flower of Cuba (white ginger lily, “butterfly”).

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Balm (A Butterfly Cinquain)

Photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Speak soft-
petaled twilight
against my shoulders, tanned
and salty, from a day rippling
with sun.
Envelop me, with your mouth, cool
with mint and cucumber,
our purpling kiss,

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Music Box River

The river sings a song for pebbles
from the bank of wild daisies, white.
I cast them in, with a grin,
and much to my delight,
it plays my favorite memories
of you and me and lavender
on honeysuckle nights.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

for Poetry Jam where it's all about the flowers!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Viking Lover's Missive

The Mist

Find me here
in sweet-dappled sunlight kiss,

save the bangles on my wrist.

Come to me,
cling like mist;

like bilberries—
stain my lips, my hips.

Pull my flesh
from the silknight bone

and leave my carcass
to the stones.

for Ian

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

This was written for Ella’s Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we were given the opportunity to write a poem inspired by the wonderful photography of L. Diane Wolfe.  I’ll also be linking to dVerse for OpenLinkNight.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

That Night in Cabo

Flies tried to stay cool, too
in the sweltering fisheye view
of Mariscos Mazatlan.

A little girl, a bloodshot hibiscus in her hair,
young men, brown shouldered in thin white tanks, and
the humming Spanish vernacular
making me tone deaf
with ringing, pounding
against my—

I don’t know what I felt more
the heat between my thighs
or your stare,
affecting nonchalance,
sipping ice water
sprinkled with a lime
meant for two.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Linking up to dVerse Poets Pub for OpenLinkNight!