Like honey dripping
sweet suite of swooning strings
my arms around your waist;
once a favorite waste of time
dancing like the waves of sea.
But in your eyes I see
the distant shore, an end for sure.
A day, a week — I stumble as I’m weak.
The rutty routes till dawn are dark
But still we dance on ember
and burn the last remaining roots.
A night to go from one to two.
Linked to Mama Zen’s wordcount with homophones at toads. I have tried to use exactly 75 words and I think I have packed it with homophones..
December 12 – 2014