Saturday, September 15, 2012

Let Me Saunter


Lilting one day
sensuous forest
splayed before me
artist that I am I asked
may I color you rich

let me saunter through
your exterior silhouette
your tresses blowing
in joyous lyric exhulation
adoring amebic alliteration

3 comments:

  1. I love the sounds in this poem, Willow. Really enjoyed the 'sauntering' and the last line.

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  2. Wonderfully blissful poem, Willow. Felt I was there.

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