Photo: Laura A Macaluso, PhD
supple, undulating
highway, delicate fissured lace
thrown hastily over shoulders
that stretch from azure to indigo,
far as the eye can see,
urging a wandering heart to dream
of prairies and hares
and homemade jam
beckoning the restless soul
follow me: siren song sherry-sweet
on the back of the tongue
follow me: warm as an old woolen
blanket on an autumn evening
follow me: every rose-quartz glance
a flirtation, every breath
steeped in stillness
follow
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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