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Ceres

Here is a poem for the season ~ like a zaftig ode to Autumn: bountiful, curvaceous, round, pumpkiny. A succulent feast!  

by Lesleigh Owen  © 2006

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Autumn’s smooth, puffy bronze cheeks,
 salty sweet chin
 Gently creaking sounds of awakening,
 Bones groaning like the cracking
 of a rusty cellar door,
 Autumn, with her dusty-wheat-scented breaths,
 whose round, curving, gently drooping body
 polishes the world into
 smooth, gray contours

 Her eyes,
 like newly-discovered amber
 with never-popped air bubbles,
 warm the room like vanilla-scented candlelight
 as she envelops the world in her
 spicy rolls of flesh

 Summer’s not the time for me:
 Sunlight that casts angular shadows in wide-open mouths
 No more feeling the scrape of sand
 sloughing over my dense curves,
 trying to whittle down my folds of flesh
 into smooth, plastic expanses of cookie cutter skin
 No more poppy-scented laughs
 that chime like dissonant dinner bells
 and abrade my delicate ears

 Bright white light
 Take away my sight
 Thin, hungry, sweaty bodies,
 arms shaking, smiles flaking, biceps quaking
 Frozen in flashes of sunlight on teeth
 False idols of perfection
 that die before they can ever
 live a full-bodied life

Autumn, that sweet, round, wise, dangerous old woman
 arrives slyly in her orange, Cinderella-like pumpkin –
 as round and majestic as people –
 tossing dried, crackling, russet leaves like confetti or candy:
“Throw me something, grandmother!”

Autumn: Happy, crisp, nutmeg, rounded season
 My mouth opens and closes in happy little O’s
 over words like “orange” and “clove,”
 circular, bouncing words,
 round, rich, and warm.
 Leaves bend and snap beneath my ponderous weight
 while the scent of earth weaves like cinnamon
 through my sinuses.

 Yawning, indolent light puffs gently through
 twisted branches and desiccated leaves,
 shining golden orange
 like heaps of buttered, cinnamon-scented, steaming mashed yams
 or lightly-oiled strings of spaghetti squash

 Walking this cooling, linear stretch of sidewalk,
 I am tempted to bite into the toothy, yellow winds
 that crease around my body like well-starched sheets,
 to jump high and far,
 passing through the low-hanging laundry
 snapping in the sky,
 jump miles away from all scents of limestone and exhaust,
 to throw my gray, woolen poncho over the clouds
 and roll in the decaying scent of leaves
 that stick to my face
 like allspice on a baker’s hands

 I can finally breathe beneath this nubby grayness
 that stretches like a fluffy headscarf
 over the dome of the sky.

 Seasonal bounty,
 Harvest time, time for rest
 Shelving our immature dreams
 And discovering reverence for plenty

 At night, I eat ginger carrot soup for supper
 and slurp pumpkin custard from heirloom dishes
 My squash-shaped body, –
 honored for its softness,
 its abundance,
 its life-affirming heaviness –
 snuggles into the scratchy red blanket
 crocheted for me by my mother
 while I bounce children and tradition
 on my plump, arthritic knees
 and sip cocoa and warm candlelight.

 Fatness and autumn:
 Round, pumpkiny, bountiful:
 A sensual feast

Fatness and autumn, –
lush and earth-scented as mounds of warm flesh –
dance together in gentle spirals
 like leaves in a windstorm

 Come evening time, Autumn and I sit
 like old friends,
cackling on the front porch,
 bellies bouncing together
 while heavy, purple mugs of chamomile tea
 warm our loving, generous,
 fleshy hands.

Autumn Woman ~ Tali Marotz

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He Floats

He floats in and out

Like wings, like dreams

Brushing past my skin in tender touches

And quiet whispers

Swirling in speculation like a leaf caught in a whirlpool

Or a bird circling the clouds

The Caress ~ Jea Dovoe

With presence both tangible and elusive,

He is wrapped tightly in an illusion I cannot reach

In an existence I cannot share

Yet still I cling to the notion that one day he will return

To brush past my skin in tender touches

And quiet whispers.

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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On The Cool Shore Of The Lake

Damp ground, leaves, gentle lapping of the water

A chill in the air awakens her, causing her to shiver

She pulls the blanket tighter around her naked skin

And nestles ever closer against her lover’s chin

He seems so peaceful laying there, his breath slow and deep

His eyelids fluttering slightly with a dream-enriched sleep

Perhaps he’s reminiscing about their lust-filled afternoon

Envisioning continuation long after the rising moon

She’d been on fire beneath his touch on that cool shore of the lake

Basking in sensations he’d offered her to partake

He’d lifted her to heights she’d never dreamed existed

Leaving her wondering how she could ever have resisted

His touch, his kiss, his attentive admiration

The words he’d whispered to her with such utter adoration

Languidly, she wraps her leg around his lower waist

And presses lips against his chest, relishing the taste

He rouses from his sleep beneath her gentle caress

Moves a hand to trace a line along the curve of her breast

Sensually, he whispers serenades of continuing desire

And with a touch manages to lift her arousal even higher

Until they are once more enveloped in a loving give-and-take

Rolling together beneath the blanket on that cool shore of the lake

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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The Wedding Gown

Satin, lace and crinoline. 

     A creamy, dreamy, fairy-tale gown, beautifully adorned with a sequined bodice shimmering in the mid-morning sun.

She, a bride of beauty. Of eternal optimism.

He, the groom, waiting for her, dressed in the tartan of his native clan: 

     Kilt, sporran, hose.

          Looking dapper. Seeming happy.

Honeysuckle-covered trellis highlighted with lavender sweet peas and fuchsia roses, chosen to complement her bridal bouquet. 

     Verdant lawn filled with close friends and family.

          Celtic tunes floating in the warm autumn air.

A resplendent ceremony ~ exchanging vows of holy matrimony, of everlasting love.

Her optimism eventually overshadowed by the slow and torturous onslaught of futility, heartache and shame.

The wedding gown given away, years later, to a second-hand store… like an old t-shirt… like an unwanted possession.

     Yet offering, perhaps, a semblance of hope to the next bride.

… she does not mourn the end of her marriage. 

     Only the misconceptions of love.

Deep down inside… her heart still flutters with romantic possibilities.

And hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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Rubenesque Burlesque

Black Burlesque ~ Zeldyn-Stock, deviantART

Beautiful Rubenesque Burlesque
Indulging in man’s desire
Lighting his arousal on fire
Answering the call
To tease and flaunt
To please and taunt
Tempting him with her feminine charms
And sensual arms
Ample bosom and playful hips
An insinuating smile playing on her lips
Layers of silk and provocative lace
Falling from her flesh, caressing his face
As the tempo deepens to a lascivious beat
His face flushes with a lustful heat
He longs to partake of her glorious curves
To feast on her pleasure~seeking contours
She winks
Makes him think
That she belongs to him
But it is merely fleeting
Momentary
A brief flash of intimacy
A dream-filled fantasy
As she pirouettes from his view
Leaving behind a voluptuous hue
He is breathless
Aroused
Longing for more
Wishing he could further explore
This beautiful Rubenesque Burlesque

©2011 Enchanted Zaftig

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~ Pleasingly Plump ~

         a ZAFTIG WOMAN is

               Pleasingly plump

                     With curves like blissful, rolling hills

            Longing to be explored…

                      Deserving to be adored…

         Capturing the essence of her magnificent femininity

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'Lady Godiva' ~ (photographer unknown)

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