Tempt us not,
for we are waiting
for the hot hot breath
of dragon summer breeze,
the way the trees can sway
a soul. The balmy blame of sea.
Thread us not
through flotsam fleet
nor pirate plea for treasured
land, the tempered hand of sun on
cooling face. The blind erase and trace
of nothingness that only moon can bring.
Lil’s got a fun prompt for us over at dVerse Poetics today. Come play!