..
freckle me some words,
me says
(to me)
who really
(reallllly)
wants to wade
back into the sea.
freckle me some words,
she says
(to she)
and so I sit here, desert
(bound)
and less than footloose
fancy-free.
freckle me a poem,
me says
to me. dot all eyes
and crisscross
all tease;
we’ll see what
transpires.
freckle me a poem,
she says
to she. and so we
polka-dot-thought
our way
{star-g(r)azed}
across this bumbled be.
..
My Shawna said write a freckle poem, so i dood it. 😉
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Freckle as a verb–gotta love it. Between you and Lillian I’m getting all kinds of verb-al rousings.
That “cinnamon kisses” (or whatever it was) phrase was too adorable!
So cute:
“dot all eyes
and crisscross
all tease”
I don’t know what just happened, but about 20 minutes ago, my mania flew right out the window and now I’m entering cry-mode.
No a-la.
What delightful play with words! I enjoyed it all…a bit of a game for me and thee.