Your words
I often liken them
To a profusion of bougainvillea
A riot of red, falling fluid
A love, proud and free
Intense…Powerful…Lively…
And then
Like eventide, giving way
To the sultry, tropical night
They change
Fluently
Almost like an alter ego
And flow over me
Oh! So softly
In a warm embrace
Of a heady sillage
Captivating… alluring… enticing
Ah! How they please!
Deepening slowly
Like the night sky
A tender cozy blanket
On which I lie
I ponder, which way
I like them best
But there’s no answer to that
For, to me
Every way they are
Is simply perfect!
MS
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