Apricot Standing in Red Wine

Apricot Standing in Red Wine

She lay wrapped–in that soft-white blanket,
imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest,
their bodies curved around each other.
She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly
into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck.
She leads him, by the hand, to her bedroom,
quietly lets him undress her. She promises to be quiet.
To be quiet enough–that no one will hear
her–naked soul.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

Tags: Acceptance, Adoration, Affection, Aspiration, Beauty, Companionship, Craving, Desire, Fate, Fulfillment, Heartache, Humility, Hunger, Infatuation, Intimacy, Loneliness, Longing, Lost, Love, Lust, Need, Obsession, Passion, Poetry, Relationships, Sensual, Sensuality, Temptation, Trust, Understanding, Unrequited love, Yearning

28 thoughts on “Apricot Standing in Red Wine”

Broken Sparkles on October 29, 2011 at 5:10 pm said:

White roses sleeping in champagne

He sits by the window,
absorbing the reflections of midnight blue.
Inhaling the molecules of her perfume,
counting the raindrops that sculpture her whispers,
their lips rhyming with the silence.

He has this vision, almost sparkling,
how her curls chase
the naked beauty of his shoulders.
He holds her with the grip of a hunter,
letting her lean into the sands of his eyes.

He dishevels the rhythm of her heart,
fierce, with the touch of a moonlight,
just enough to show her the essence of love …

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- Charles on October 29, 2011 at 9:29 pm said:
  
  Dear–we may have to get a room.
  
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  - Broken Sparkles on October 30, 2011 at 3:53 am said:
    
    Your fault
    
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PARDON ME FOR RUSHING IN LIKE THIS..I CAME DOWN WITH THE FLU.
I WILL RETURN LATER WHEN FEELING MYSELF AGAIN BUT IN THE MEAN TIME
WISHING YOU ALL THE HAPPINESS HALLOWEEN DAY CAN BRING
GOOD LUCK, GOOD HEALTH, GOOD FORTUNE AND THE BEST OF EVERYTHING!

Regards Tracey

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- Charles on October 30, 2011 at 1:35 pm said:
  
  It’s all good Tracey. I totally understand. Thank you, and thank you for the, whatever they call the things people make with the keyboard, I love them, I wish I had the patience to make them. I have a concrete poem from lit class called Swan and Shadow, I will have to see if I can find it and leave it for you. I had a very hard time reformating it from a pdf and trying to get it to paste correctly. I got it to work on our discussion board but I have never tried it anyplace else. I hope you get to feeling better and thank you so much for thinking about me.
  
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beautifulchaos2 on October 30, 2011 at 5:36 pm said:

Wow, you always blow me away with your poems Charles.
Hugs, Nikki x

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Androgoth on October 31, 2011 at 7:33 pm said:

How delighfully exquisite my friend…

Androgoth

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- Charles on November 1, 2011 at 8:23 am said:
  
  Thank you Andro; I think I know how you feel when you said you were trying to catch up on your reading. Now I’m trying to catch up on mine.
  
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asianrose1 on November 1, 2011 at 10:11 am said:

Wow! Charles, this poem is beautiful and so is the image on this post. Well done! Hope you are well. Just stopping in to say thanks for your lovely gifts and messages. Trying to catch up on all my messages, but I will be back to read more of you beautiful poetry. Take care and have a great week ahead.

Love, Peace, Happiness
Bev

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- Charles on November 1, 2011 at 1:25 pm said:
  
  Thank you for all yours as well, Bev. Catching up can be a bit of a chore. You’re more than welcome to stop by anytime and read or use any of my posts that you like. I hope you have a wonderful week.
  
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enreal on November 4, 2011 at 1:11 pm said:

you captured an honest beauty here. something natural. i admire your work

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Charles on November 4, 2011 at 5:06 pm said:

I think it has a sense of–helplessness, if not hopelessness. Hopefully. It’s one of those poems you really have to read between the lines and make the connection to the title so figured out what it alludes to. There is more symbolism going on here than meets the eye, and yet I am not at liberty to confess them.

However, therein lies the mystique.

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penpusherpen on November 5, 2011 at 11:09 am said:

a feeling of carnal certainty, tho’ one sided… and here I looked at your answering comment to ‘enreal’ and wonder what I’m missing… beside the obvious… (and therein lies the rub) xPenx

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Charles on November 5, 2011 at 1:33 pm said:

It’s all about allusion and symbolism. If we read the verse, for what it’s worth, then go back and look at the title–a single piece of fruit soaking in wine. What does that make you think of?

This is similar to my poem Intimacy. However, there is a darker sense of longing.

I hope.

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Mohana on November 24, 2011 at 6:37 am said:

Sensual. Beautiful. Exquisite.

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jennygoth on November 25, 2011 at 6:47 pm said:

very sensual poetry send your thoughts racing xxjen

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- Charles on November 26, 2011 at 9:23 am said:
  
  Thanks Jen. I don’t write ike this very often. Maybe I should.
  
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jussaraluna on November 26, 2011 at 2:58 pm said:

Hello Charles, thank you for your interesting comments
and the great video, I really enjoyed.
I love the poetry of the Spanish language, especially Octavio Paz
and Jorge Luis Borges. I also write poems, but honestly,
I could not do a very good translation into English.
But I can try …
Yes I do my own pictures, I edit and make collages
for a visual language of my self. This is my
passion …
And also I like Neruda.
I’ll try to find any translation for the English of language poems
Spanish, ok?
I hope your weekend is wonderful
and wish you a lovely night~~hugs

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jussaraluna on November 26, 2011 at 3:05 pm said:

I really enjoy your poem, Charles!
You create a magical atmosphere
and the end of the poem is perfect!!
hugs~~Jussara

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jussaraluna on November 30, 2011 at 5:59 pm said:

IS IT light this substance that birds traverse?

In the quaking of silica are deposited quartz and splinters polished by vertigo.
You feel

the moan of the ocean. Later,

cold of limits.
(Antonio Gamoneda)

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jussaraluna on November 30, 2011 at 6:00 pm said:

Hi Charles, good night….
hugs to you~~Jussara

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Samanthamj on December 6, 2011 at 2:59 am said:

how did I miss this? glad to have caught it… as it was well worth reading, and re-reading. thanks Charles. =)

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- Charles on December 6, 2011 at 11:00 am said:
  
  I have no idea. I should write another, something similar–you think?
  
  It seems to have stirred up some libidos.
  
  I like your new avatar.
  
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deadpoet88 on December 14, 2011 at 4:33 am said:

Great to visit you after so long! How have you been?

Your poetry is always amazing, love everything about this one!

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Unsungpoet on January 15, 2012 at 10:35 pm said:

Very sensual but also with heart…classy!

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Raven of Leyla on January 21, 2012 at 4:59 pm said:

Tenderness may only be heard by the “naked soul”
…eloqent my friend, eloquent.

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- Charles on January 21, 2012 at 6:18 pm said:
  
  Thank you.
  
  However, I have a feeling the person of whom it is for wasn’t amused.
  
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