I don't wear
red
shoes nor lipstick
Only spice
earthly-
Fruit
I draw from memory -
half-dazed moon
peeling your skin
ripening
~0~0~
Spell
Night sky carried you
between violin percussions
& electric kisses
~0~0~
Unmasked
With you
i
become midnight
fire & oil
burnishing golden
First post is for Poetry Jam - Shoes or Feet hosted by Mary
And for D'verse Poets Pub - TenWords hosted by Victoria ~ Thanks to Brian for fun form, smiles ~
photo credit: here
