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
"Molton at the core" writing; well done.
ReplyDeletelove the images !
ReplyDeleteSimply perfect.
ReplyDeleteloved the line.. "Liquid gold Midas fear to touch. "
ReplyDeleteI hate this poem. I can say that if i wrote it, right?
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