Lull her soft with bubblegum grin
and giggle-ghost breath. She breeze-leaves
a cloud of spark and shadow, whisper-twist.
Springspill her shimmer to a melted dawn
sky, a moonscar curly-cued over
open horizon. Green leaves of fire. Heartskip.
Her sun’s a jar. A broken rose.
The One With All The Words, for this week’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I am beginning to squeeze some of the words into the title (this is Q #28, and at 44 words total, they are getting more challenging.) 😉