Love In A Mist (5/30)


The prompt for day five over at NaPoWriMo was to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of them. I chose Love In A Mist.



We live
suspended in
droplets of hope
and destiny rising
and dancing like mist
on Sunday morning;

the heat of desire
clashing with the
coolness of nerves.

We wrap ourselves
around one another
drowning time and
erasing the word 
disperse from 
existence.



© 2016 abruvanamedsly




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1 comment:

  1. Drowning time is worth the visit to the blue ocean floor.

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