Buzz of Love
Four or less poem
A sun’s waxy heat rays
draw a line down each long limb,
gild our wet
skin on skin,
slow time,
melt shy coy
from a new
me and you.
*
This fire hot sun
pins us to dewy turf,
we fuse and set
like art
in a cast iron kiln.
A bug sits near,
calm
with no care
for your want
of my body
and my need
for you.
*
Soon the sun sets
on a slow sigh
from our lips
and the bug hums
in sync to our buzz
of lust, of love,
of what we know
will be our tale to tell,
or not,
of our past,
our now,
our for ever.
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About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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