He deserts me each and every day
his love thrown on another
Fingertips on fragile shafts
he carefully discovers
Goes into that hothouse
salty beads upon his brow
Carefully acknowledging
what steps he should take now
Got a line of maidens waiting
for that crucial drink or touch
Yield to him their flowery parts
in gratitude nonesuch
A martyr to his wanton needs
in strokes and feeds and lust
Measurements are noted -
some bushes trimmed and trussed
All I want is some attention -
must I have to nag or plead?
Does he care of my existence
while he's off to plant his seed
Soon colours bloom and captivate,
fruits and veggies grow
Flowers of the exotic
dance in wonderful tableau
Blossomed scents chase after you
edged around the garden
Fruits just ripe for picking
as some veggies beg their pardon
Yes, his cultivation orgies
in spite of all my woes
Pay off in taste and quality -
from pea to pear to rose.
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14 comments:
Hah! Perfect! Every word! And me, all sweat and grime, just come in for a break from weeding.
Oh yeah...that hothouse stuff just can't compare...nice write...
Haha, very nice write…much fun in all your allusions…and fabulous story telling…I am glad you get to partake as well in the fruits of his labor…haha
what a guy!!! did you find him on adult friend finder? ;)
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Wonderful write!
borrow my eyes, borrow my ears
Great job, Helena...and I love the title, too!
=)
Do you rent him out?
Yes, what a man! :-)
I've always been intrigued by those Archimboldo paintings, I seem to remember there are several of them. They used to give me the creeps. Your poem is great!
What a sensual veggie and fruit man! Or maybe it is closer to lecherous!! LOL this gave me a laugh.
How bad is it that I'm a little aroused by all that?!
My husband, when alive, used to indulge in cultivation orgies too - fruit and veg galore. But let him lose in a flower garden and he was a nightmare - pulled up all my sea pinks in mistake for weeds!!
Captured me from the first line Very clever and funny double entendre!
If the bust is a good likeness, I am sure there are those who want to view the full length full monty!
But that aside, as it was, the poem itself is delightful!
It was the left hand that was carrotted, pumpknined and squashed wasn't it? Hasn't impeded your writing or SOH!
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