On the inky
black velvet
of the ridge,
thousands
of fireflies
blink out
a primordial
message of
incandescent,
luminous lust;
endless
points of light
signaling:
choose me,
choose me,
oh please,
choose me.
- mce
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I love this!
ReplyDeleteI experience something of the same on the rare occasion I visit a bakery...the pastries whisper sweet nothings in my ear (eat me, no--eat me, no--me; and sometimes I do:)!
Well, food and sex are very similar. Ask any Italian. :)
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