Your color calls to me- like a shouted whisper I cannot ignore.
Your nuance is less than subtle…
Even the sound of you silently sucking in air is insistent, you implore.
Vibrant heat rises as your belly falls
And I am hungry, its your landscape my mindscape explores.
Inspired Indigo somehow you have x-ray vision, you see through the haze.
In the hours that pass too quickly, in the drinks that disappear,
when my pocketbooks are empty… when the shadows in the dark call me near.
You stand out, your hands like soft worn leather….
I know, there is nothing we cannot weather.
This is very sweet!
aww thank you.. coming from you that is a high praise!
I’m just being observant, lady. You did all the awesome writing.
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Lovely phraseology and imagery in this metaphorical piece with delightful tone and voice. Well done.
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Love this entry, couldn’t agree more!
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Pretty neat to be amongst such talented folks. Best Christmas gift ever. Thank you.