Snow squeaks between
the rubber tread of my boots.
Ten o’clock, half a mile
walk home after work.
Dish suds freeze white
against my denim pants.
With my fingers still pruned
and numbed, I fumble
with keys at the door.
Inside an orange blade of moonlight
catches drifting dust.
Piles of clothes haunt
the floor like pale ghosts.
A giggle comes from the dark bed.
I slide my icy hand
beneath the comforter
along a warm thigh
which flinches and she
gives a muffled shriek.
My finger explores deeper
and seems to melt like an icicle
back along my arm.
Greek islands float
from the stereo speakers.
As I taste the fruit
wrapped around her seed
the winter room turns warm
with ocean breezes
and we walk in sandals
down a white dry cobbled road.
by mj smith
My response to HA’s dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Desire and Sexuality in Poetry
27 thoughts on “The Pearl Diver”
This is an excellent contrast… I can just imagine how it is first with that icicle, but everything melts in the end… the music and being transported to sandals in sand is perfect.
I like the thought of the finger melting like an icicle with the heat of the desire.
I love the playfulness here and the imagery.
Glad you like it.
I can’t help but think of my partner’s reaction when I stick my freezing cold feet into some handy nook to warm them up. You create a lovely picture of cold, and then the shriek of meeting the warm…
I usually run hot, but living in the mountains can chill you.
Oooh I love the play with temperature and the hot/cold contrast throughout your poem. Well done and definitely nailed the prompt!
reminds me of a tropical vacation, where you walk from a place of ice to a place of torrid sweetness
Just wow!!! 💞 *fans herself*
Best reaction I could hope for!
How comforting and fuzzy it must be to come from winter cold into the warmth of bed and body. Love the contrast of the season from winter to the warmth of the ocean breezes. Thanks for joining in.
I appreciate your reading!
“I slide my icy hand
beneath the comforter
along a warm thigh”
“Pearl Diver.” Tee hee. 🙂
Ooh, I love this stepping into the home and hearth and thereby the bed of desire and love from the cold exterior — the contrast acting unto itself the symbol for lovemaking, and a kind of a transformation from a material to a creative energy too, from the hard labor of walking in the snow after work to the music, sandaled walk and ocean breeze inside that cocoon of warmth.
Layered and more exciting in its flow and rhythm! Thanks for participating. 🙂
Thanks for the really thoughtful analysis!
Sublime in the mundane. Cleverly done.
So nicely done!
Nice to ccome home to! Like how you took that image of coming in from the cold and made it yours.