night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
chocolates to red
sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
we melt: sea of flames
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Under ripe strawberry moon
night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
rain, musk, wood
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
tangled in your arms
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season.
