tonight she’s all
cinnamon-simmer,
a saffron-shimmer
in a cardamom sky.
melt her center,
spent. bent towards
some semblance of jazz
-mine grace, her face
a swollen
slice of stolen
nutmeg pie.
sprinkle her in crater
-cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul
in two. this half is ours.
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A late entry for the Q44 over at dVerse this week.
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Hot damn, girl. I LOVE THIS!!! The moon as a red-hot candy. 🙂 I’ve been craving spiced tea, big time, lately.
I am nuts over how you spliced “spice” by adding a little l(ick).
This is my favorite part:
“bent towards
some semblance of jazz” … I do love me some jazz.
Pretty sure your first blog name in my worlds was Jasmine something. Or maybe it was Rosemary Mint, but Jasmine was soon to follow.
My first was rosemary mint. Then flipside records. Then jasmine calyx. 🙂
I knew I was going to love this poem from the moment I saw the title. 😃 ❤ ❤
Absolutely delicious. I love this moon.
Every single word of this, a sweet morsel. LOVE it to the moon and back.
Love that spice and sp(l)ice!