He would smile
and my elastics
would evolve -
like tumbleweeds
my breath drifted
aimlessly through winds.
I loved his cinnamon skin
and the way
his hair tickled my paper.
Author notes
Prompt: cinnamon sticks
p.s no, doodles are not penis's
they are sketches of no meaning.
A contest entry
- Contest Anyone up for a morning quickie? #14 by chilali.
700 points, ended November 5, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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that second stanza is ace.
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Author notes - I like I like
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Of course you're in love. You may not be aware! Such a soft feeling you have penned. All the best.
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I smell trophy. Damn you elderly people and your awesome skills.
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aww this was nice.
Me likey.
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I seem to be writing about love that I am not in, more and more.
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What works works.
*lick*
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I have to agree with Ylova here... your second stanza is 'breathless'
lol @ your author notes
Juls
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second stanza was breathless!
haha. love your author notes.
thanks for entering and good luck
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