De, seriously. This is so gorgeous. And it’s absolutely spot on. I love that right in the middle of the hurt, you are a sweet-smelling, tasty-licious pie. 🙂
Broken glass. Something the ocean spits out or won’t take into her arms. Such a sad feeling.
Poison perfume. Something that draws you in and then kills you.
Velvet magic. Yes, you are. 🙂
Naked smoke. Sweet daddy, that’s some awesome imagery. Incense, bonfire, forest fire. Naked and Afraid, indeed. I’m definitely picturing the post-bliss cigarette, in this.
Embrace my wild blue star. Embrace my wild-blue, Star. I’m so glad that you do!
Man. Everywhere I look, perfect poems!!! This morning RULES.
You MUST read this and look at this painting immediately: https://jaywalkingthemoon.wordpress.com/2015/05/28/dont-think-that-i-talked-really-to-the-wind-hes-a-barbarian/
TO DIE FOR.
De, seriously. This is so gorgeous. And it’s absolutely spot on. I love that right in the middle of the hurt, you are a sweet-smelling, tasty-licious pie. 🙂
Broken glass. Something the ocean spits out or won’t take into her arms. Such a sad feeling.
Poison perfume. Something that draws you in and then kills you.
Velvet magic. Yes, you are. 🙂
Naked smoke. Sweet daddy, that’s some awesome imagery. Incense, bonfire, forest fire. Naked and Afraid, indeed. I’m definitely picturing the post-bliss cigarette, in this.
Embrace my wild blue star. Embrace my wild-blue, Star. I’m so glad that you do!
wow, this is so gorgeous…like a shell you find on that beach and turn over and over in your hands because you can’t believe the luck of finding it.
sultry..that’s the word I’d use.
“poetry pie” “poison perfume” “naked smoke” — nice. And then – “wild blue star” !