Dried lotus seeds.
Like esoteric, simmer until fully soft and powdery;
every breath of his corroborates
to distinctive flavour of pandan leaves,
stir gentlyβ sweet potato flour
thickened by whispers, a strangely delicious taste;
our lips speak
of broken boundaries under the flower moon.
(Lotus seed sweet soup ~ Chinese dessert)
Photo credits: “Bacio,” by Giovanni Esposito, Pinterest.
Merril is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is
“Seed.” Come join us! π
“sweet potato flour thickened
by whispers,”
only you know how to seed the sensual Sanaa!!
Thank you so much, Laura π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
I love the cooking metaphor of that love… love the same quote as Laura.
Thank you so much, Bjorn π so glad the poem resonated with you πβ€οΈ
Your quadrille is so sensual, Sanaa! I too love βsweet potato flour thickened by whispersβ, and how romantic are those lips that βspeak of broken boundaries under the flower moonβ.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
I agree with everyone on the sensuality of this poem and that delicious line, βsweet potato flour sweetened by whispers β.
Thank you so much, Sara π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
Oh, how lovely, Sanaa!
“sweet potato flour thickened
by whispers,” β€οΈβ€οΈ
Thank you so much, Merril π I enjoyed writing this one πβ€οΈ
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) πΉ
The tastes interspersed with the passion make for a beautiful poem!
Thank you so much, Beverly π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
This gorgeous love poem is delicate as a rose petal Sanaa! A sensuous delight πΈ
Thank you so much, Ingrid π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
Such a tasty visual poem. I love the line of βbroken boundariesβ it conveys so much, and letβs the imagination take it. Beautifully done.
Thank you so much, Sarav π so glad the poem resonated with you πβ€οΈ
Gorgeous, Romantic, Bravo
much π love
Thank you so much, Gillena π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Much π΅ love …
Lotus seed sweet soup sounds like a rare treat to enjoy. Nice to blend with romance π
Thank you so much, Lisa π so glad the poem resonated with you πβ€οΈ
Making out and cooking and interesting combination and metaphor! I love how wound them together into one great quadrille!
every breath of his corroborates…
Thank you so much, Dwight π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
sensual cooking at it’s best, guessing it’s an aphrodisiac … you have talent!
Thank you so much, Kate π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
your sweet potatoe flour line is stunning
whish ccould cook up such a poem with my words
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So fantastical and romantic Sanaa β beautiful!
Thank you so much, Rob π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Lush poem.
Thank you so much, Judy π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
Is it cooking or is it love or is it both?
Both π
Decadent and provocative words to tease the senses! The image is perfect as well!
Thank you so much, Tricia π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
Now that’s a recipe best served hot. π
Thank you so much, Ken π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Some love potion! Absolutely delightful Sanaa βΊοΈπ
Thank you so much, Christine π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
Your poem heats up with some intoxicating aromas. You have such way with words. Delightful.
Thank you so much, Ali π so glad the poem resonated with you πβ€οΈ
Love the simmering seeds and the culinary romance. Much enjoyed.
Thank you so much, K.Hartless π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ
Sanaa, this is crazy. You can make anything seem sexy in your poetry. Wow.
<3
David
Hahahaha π thank you!! πβ€οΈ
Mmmm – sensuality and food. A ‘delicious taste’ indeed.
Thank you so much, Marion π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Sensual and mysterious Sanaa!
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… a most delicious recipe.
Thank you so much, Helen π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
You always make love sound so appealing.
Thank you so much, Kerfe π so good to see you πβ€οΈ
“sweet potato flour
thickened by whispers”
Love this line and the imagery.
Thank you so much, Little learner π so glad you liked it πβ€οΈ
Well, now this is just gorgeous, Sanaa:
“our lips speak
of broken boundaries under the flower moon.”
**swooon**
Thank you so much, De π so glad you enjoyed it πβ€οΈ