Member Poem

Was it in  the swelter of a noon day pampas,
heat or samba riddle patois in your voice,
which churned out palpitating spicy
Latin heart pulse?
Passion fruit entanglement,
a  timpani swing sign.
Sunlit blister rhythm stick,
to rabid lovebird dervish.
Eros wingspan carrier ablaze.
Torrid pidgin English or some other,
fire bake smoulder on a red hot chilli tongue.
Nuestro amor eterno.
Felt pen stanza archer but some pallid  bypass,
optical illusion eardrum bound.
Ice cube molten vapour trail elopers spin,
intimate cascades that  weave a  sultry,
trickle down dry patch feldspar cochleas.
Gilt edge surreal conduit,
for a sand blown whisper.
Stream of barren desert, 
warm-front sigh beyond abeyance.
We rub noses so brazenly,
to taunt a livid furnace.
Your rose-scent perfume,
merging with sand dust.
Shrouds of golden grain
infuse, our  each and every overture.
Swarm of eye gnat fly strike-break,
to our tantalizing  ironclad union.
Seconds....moments ...hours, days
infinity  in passing.
Caterpillar crawl.
Perspiration dribbles  global  canvas,
where purple passage,
forges quaint resplendence.
Stuff  of Monet's visionary something.
Cactus juice bead ridge,
on wet flesh phenocryst.
Scorched earth cauldron offspring shed intaglio.
Barefoot bongos echo, over arid mosaic