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She breathes a mist of mint on my lips
Want slides, pushing aside pride
Conscious is released, clocks out, turns its head
Mists of mint
Supersedes tugs of guilt
Evaporation of resist is quick
A flooding river in reverse
Mists of mint
Release sweat
Tiny drops of water wet my unbuttoned shirt
Seaweed handcuffs tickle
Just right, then too tight
Mists of mint
Left me for dead
On the shore of white sand and black stones
Bruises of shame embroidered my neck
She breathes a mist of mint
Beware
8 comments:
A sensuous potrait of a modern day Siren! Beautiful!
And thank you so much for your delightful comment on my blog!
This is a well constructed wordle piece Henry, it pulled me in. The repetition of mists of mint will linger for awhile. Mint soothes the stomach, so its smell pleases, it will draw some people in every time. Alluring with a bite.
~Brenda
Mists of mint... provocative. This is a sketch of warning, a sketch of desire. Nicely constructed.
Henry, I just saw your comment, and I am so glad you wrote this beautiful piece for the wordle. Lovely.
Pamela
Henry, enjoyed the repetition that seemed to evoke a sense of warning. Truly skilled wordle. Not forced at all. Thanks for your kind comments and support on my blog, too.
Henry, this is an impressive poem. You used the wordle words artfully. I love 'mist of mint.'
collective words.
very elegant and visual.
keep it up.
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