When I’m Wrapped in Night…

I love the Fall… the way its dark forces us to see with more than our eyes, to feel so much more. Spring and Summer are glorious, but few things in Nature’s circular dance can equal the yumminess that brews out of the reds and golds (and indispensable grays) of Autumn. I love this season so much that my delight always seeps into my Muse’s bones. See?

wild blooms burn
crimson, as I wait
for the fall

When I’m wrapped in night,
my dream song is full
of your mouth and hands.
Can you hear my hips
dancing your touch home?

Some days, you must bite
right into the heart, if you want
to taste the sweet and sour
balance of pleasure.

other bits…
– If you’ve yet to read my “Felt Words”, do take a look-see. Then help me see where the story will go next. At the moment, our protagonist is being seduced by a stranger’s mind-kindling ink. I wonder… Future installments will be published on Fridays.
– I shall announce this year’s Witches in Fiction theme on October 1st.
I asked friends on Facebook to choose which poetic tale they wanted me to rebirth in October. It is only fair that I also ask you. So, which would you like, my Wicked Luvs, “Sexy, Dark and Bloody” or “Belle du Freak”?
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

45 thoughts on “When I’m Wrapped in Night…

  1. Magaly…so magnificent and alluring, your words and visuals are casting a most beautiful spell. I love this time of year, I feel it is when everything is most alive! My soul is sparking at all your words, “wild blooms burn crimson”…beautiful. Your stitched poem is sublime! They must be such fun to make..and so sacred a ritual.

    Ps: off topic, I dreamt upon waking..you handed me a goblet , the drink looked the color of mangoes or nectarine, it tasted amazing. so, thank you for the dream potion!

  2. Why does it seem we become ‘more’ alive during a season that things start to die.
    I like Spring, Summer, I’ll pass:) but Autumn and Winter are my favorites.
    I love where you muse is taking you. Your stitched poetry is so incredible, what treasures!

  3. Some days, you must bite
    right into the heart

    One should not leave it to chance or take things for granted. Only then it gets more realistic and more fun. Very well thought out Magaly!

    Hank

  4. This is incredibly gorgeous, Magaly 😀 especially love; “When I’m wrapped in night, my dream song is full of your mouth and hands. Can you hear my hips
    dancing your touch home?” Sigh… Beautifully expressed!❤️

  5. Delicious. I love how the fall could be the season or a descent into darker times. So I’m thinking wow…but then there’s more…and some…the felt words made me shudder…in a good way. Dancing hips homeward…sheesh.

  6. I too am a fan of autumn and the ‘yumminess that brews out of the reds and golds (and indispensable grays)’! I enjoyed the use of colour in the blooms burning crimson and the sensuality of :
    ‘my dream song is full
    of your mouth and hands.
    Can you hear my hips
    dancing your touch home?’

  7. Mmmm…isn’t this time of year so delicious? I’m swooning over the crisp, golden days. I picked a bouquet of sunflowers today and I now I can’t stop grinning. xox

  8. I love your words and your images!! Magnificent my beautiful friend 🙂
    I honestly don’t know which poetic tale to choose from? They are both so different! I’m leaning towards Sexy, Dark and Bloody, but truthfully, I love them both! Big Hugs 🙂

  9. Love your poem morsels, especially the first one “wild blooms burn…”
    I love autumn too (and winter), it’s when the muse visits my humble abode.😊
    Regarding poetic tales to rebirth, I’d love to hear more about Sexy, Dark and Bloody.

  10. You just keep penning such thoughtful, sensuous words! Autumn has always been my favorite season, but I don’t really get to experience it here in Phoenix. I really miss it. As for your vote? Belle, of course!

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