Like turmeric, pomegranate, and cumin,
Your scent fills the room with exotic spice
Pungent scents of our newness exhale around our discovery
Circling like a dancing nymph in your hot, brassy flesh
Ochre light seeps in, cinnamon sweat soothed by the cool, midnight air
Dainty, silver droplets fall upon the sturdy moon
Lightening flashes across our future brew
Desert orange, your cheeks flush
A mixture of clay and clover
Cabbage and okra
We long to be the same
We grope for the chance to blend
We are an experiment
Unlikely ingedients combined
By chance
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Broken blade of a swordsman
My little dog, Snowball, made her way to the vet for a review of her hip. The young puppy suffered from a vascular necrosis, a condition predisposing her to hip dysplasia (when the ball of the bone, the femur, does not fit into the joint socket).
By Michelle Liew2 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
I really like this one. "Unlikely ingredients combined by chance." Beautifully done.
You have made me want to cook
I really enjoyed this it brought strong visuals. Really well done.
Aw this is really lovely x 🥰 The idea of rhe spices combining is so pretty!
Loved your use of language here :) This line was wonderful, 'Ochre light seeps in, cinnamon sweat soothed by the cool, midnight air'.