poems chance September 13, 2013by heather anne your taste on my lips glory brought to the extreme find your way through me Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
lovely that word “through,” because it adds the element of spirituality to the otherwise earthy haiku. LIKE Reply
I read your verse and I recall… when caution leaves, abandoned and each unchoreographed motion danced sans word or thought each fibre, each muscle yearns each breath begs “more” there is only now. something we seek everafter. Reply
Some call it red 
awwesome!
lovely that word “through,” because it adds the element of spirituality to the otherwise earthy haiku. LIKE
I read your verse and I recall…
when caution leaves, abandoned
and each unchoreographed motion
danced sans word or thought
each fibre, each muscle yearns
each breath begs “more”
there is only now.
something we seek everafter.
this is so gorgeous… wow.