Sunday, March 5, 2023

Poem: Blood

 Blood

 

beauty pulls you,

painting a blush on my cheek.

 

the slightest pounce,

as if a spider checking a string,

 

when someone risks a touch.

 

you play tide

with my poems as your moon.


what a dance, what a whirl!

 

a dash of cicada

rhythmed by odyssey

in a marathon of rain.



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3/21 changed some punctuation

3/19  "a dash of" replaces "the slightest"


3/13  ... changed punctuation

3/7 ... changed structure for easier flow (hopefully)

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