Flower skin at dawn
petal thighs,
open silk and fragrant
it nests there.
Simply touching skin
momentary fire,
a wealth of frothy wave
it crests there.
Unbearable softness
something sighs,
colour in satin throat
it rests there.
Flower Skin
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Beautiful!!
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Thankyou xx
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Wow…I love the pairing of the image and the poem.
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thanks so much I LOVED creating them!
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Both poem and image are just lovely!
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wow, did you paint that?
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yes its just a little watercolour. Sold it the other day actually. thank you for asking 🙂
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beautiful.
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Reminds me of Georgia O’Keeffe but with words.
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well that IS A compliment. Thankyou
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Beautiful! Love the painting too!
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Just want to add, there’s something really special about this one. Haven’t been able to put a finger on it yet… 🙂
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wonder what the special something is….. this one might be a little sexier than some might think 😉
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Flower skin at dawn
petal thighs,
open silk and fragrant
it nests there.
awaiting
the bee’s quest
for honey
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patiently awaiting the eager bee
😉
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Really good!
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