Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Innermost





Sticks and stones shaded deep 
Reflect the surface 
Shroud answers beneath. 
Draw blood in hot silent rush 
Raging smooth ice pink flush. 

Ripple my alabaster likeness  
Molton at the core, 
Liquid gold Midas fear to touch.  
Live cloaked, gloved,  
In orbit space, in heat, abandon love.  

Photo Prompt from Magpie Tales

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This is where you write something so I know you were here. And where I will sometimes write back.