Dance with me?
Lull me milky sweet into a quiet bubble
of hope, a grin of grace. Melt the sky
in a skillet shimmertwist of golden hue.
Skip your reflective stones across this
scrim, green with wanting. Breeze me
loose and spill me,
A fourth offering for this week’s Quadrille.
I like to do one that includes all the words we’ve offered so far. 😉