Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, May 27, 2013

Sweet Heat

Painted Faerie courtesy of L. Diane Wolfe

Tender words make me blush
like a ripe, rosy peach
You kiss me 
with your maple tongue
and the sugar rises
You coax me
gently toward the flame
then watch me burn
sweeter for the heat

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Diane Wolfe Photography


Ella said...

Wow, this is rich and the depth so layered! ;D I love how you approached this~ Many images could to mind-bittersweet and beautiful!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Beautiful lines. there is something very feminine about this little moth.

L. Diane Wolfe said...

Even richer than the colors on that moth. Thank you!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Oo-wee! This gets a 9 on the boner meter. Seriously sexy and sensual. Did I already say Ooo-wee?

not displayed said...

Very sexy Miss mouse. Love it