Chewing Gum
I sink my teeth into your every fold Eradicating the stale taste Of another day
Author: Ohhhwillow
Find your face amongst the alliterated letters
Lovehearts
Take, take, take
Intercom
Note to self
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
Terra 6
Originally posted on Creative Mine:
I tell ya, after 37 years on the force, you think nothing can really surprise you anymore. You start getting comfortable in your desk chair, waiting for the next call to come in. Couple homicides before lunch. Enjoy a minestrone while catching up on the news for an hour. Maybe…
Salt Tongue
We pepper our words for the common feast
