imaginary garden tuesday platform, howl your poetry into my bones
photo: Vampiros, illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.
a wee bit of a squeeze
his love inspires me
we gather round the fire
burning singe grasp the flames
stirring coals whipping fire
attempt to cool the heat
emotional nightmare
we hold on feet afloat
zealous disturbance
excitable crackling thunder
gypsy woven whisper
his love covers me
note to self: i tried my best to howl, in the worse way possible… love on crack, you know that sorta place where you don’t ever wanna be but somehow beyond your control…love hanging out with frogs
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Hot hot hot.
The idea of a “gypsy woven whisper” made me think of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And your note made me giggle, “love on crack”. 😀
luv that!
Is this miss pie of the many years ago miss p pie variety? Good to see you writing pomes again:) That love on crack situation is one where no one wants to be.
hello and yes…. yes, it would leave one howling, ms pie
Ah, don’t try to cool it!
I am with Marian….do not try to cool it.
I think I feel the gypsy weave.