Spring Dialog
The daffodils are gathering in down turned yellow gossip
crowding the forcibly slim
sidewalk trees.
Subliminal roots swallow the years
tickling up
jagged concrete smiles.
More Than Butterflies
Small flutters
start in the mouth of your aorta
and before you know it
you've got his smiles coursing through your veins.
the first line instantly paint a lovely image in my mind.
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keep it up.
I liked both of these very much. And... the second one kind of raises a flutter in my own heart and dips honeyed fire into my own chest to warm me up.
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