Craving the closeness, warm skin next to mine,
Undercover cuddles in the dusk and the dawn.
Dangerous passions lurk while lovers are gone -
Deepening desire and gasping for air,
Lawful detention is a lonely affair.
Endlessly craving, not spooning, complaining -
Sheltered and soft, un-cuddled remaining
An acrostic poem, from a prompt by Adriana Sim.
I was tagged in a challenge to write an acrostic poem about a particular craving and I considered all the foods that I adore; which one could I write about?
I love French fries, I enjoy so many salty snacks that are moreish by design. Once you pop, you can’t get enough of them… and there are so many, how to choose just one?
Then I considered the conundrum for a little while. What do I really crave, right now, and all of the time? And an idea hit me. Like the proverbial shit ton of bricks, if you’ll pardon my language.
Please forgive me for the lack of proper rhyming scheme. I am no poet.
Don’t feel obligated, but if want to try it out, you might have some fun!
If you do, please use these tags, so we can all see these — Acrostic Poem, Poetry.
An acrostic is a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word, message or the alphabet. The word comes from the French acrostiche from post-classical Latin acrostichis, from Koine Greek ἀκροστιχίς, from Ancient Greek ἄκρος “highest, topmost” and στίχος “verse”. — Wikipedia