I follow you
Flashlight in hand
Still dimmer than our hearts
Lake of infinity
Lapping to the rhythm of
Silence
Sandy-toed, sips of merlot
You whisper of satellites
Geosynchronous orbits
And how much you love me
Spicing my world
Peppering my skies
With stars
Join us as I host one of our favourite prompts, the Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub. 44 words including the word “spice” or any form of it. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. C’mon….get a little spicy!
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