You’re my chili for a chilly day
with cinnamon in season;
your ginger is the reason —
why I stay.
You stir my stew with thyme and sage
and spice me with your fingertips;
but if you drizzle me
with pepper kisses —
I might explode.
Quadrille today with Mish at dVerse with the given word being spice. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words and has to include the given word. Join us at 9.PM CET. Mine tends to be more light heartened than some of my normal poetry.
September 25, 2017