As Heavily As Ripe Pears

Poetry by Adrienne Asher

We kiss
and tumble into tangled sheets
unsure which tingling body
we inhabit—
I press against you
pull your naked ribs to me
dive into your mystery
gather the sudden curve of your body
closer
closer

Smooth as luscious olive oil
gliding down an arm,
aromatic as sun-hot herbs
dizzying the senses—
a wildflower filled
with uncommon sweetness
you are
you are

Singing, I chant you
harp-like, I thrum you
drumming, I sound you
your body
my ecstatic song

Come to me now.
Move through my rooms,
fill me with your kisses,
fall into me
silent as lush midnight,
heavily as ripe pears

Adrienne Asher was a covert poet for decades until a women’s writing workshop, and series of Portland, Oregon writing salons, motivated her to ask herself, “Shall I publish?” Ms. Asher spent her professional life as a fine artist, graphic/web designer, and also as a writer of marketing and social media content for clients in a legion of businesses. But now, she is devoting herself to meditations on the color of songs, the voice of rain, raven’s laughter, and random seasonal musings. You can visit her website for more examples of her magpie mind.