open the waiting sky
with her one tendril
Reminds me of a volcano. Lovely poem.
As the woman in the village hall says every Friday, BINGO!
Shenanigans. Another favorite word.
Such a beautiful fire. 😉
Sensual. I agree with Misky – Bingo!
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