I love you for the fleecy mountainside
of your faithful forearms;
for the backwards rollercoaster ride,
in your eyes, my lucky charms.
For the exotic entanglement
of our lustful pretzel;
for your voice’s soothing spearmint,
and the way our wits wrestle.
I love how your sturdy broom bristles
sweep my pieces when I tussle;
for you ironing all the wrinkles
from my forehead and my ruffles.
I want to be your pocket flint,
guaranteed to spark;
the momentary glint
that terrifies the dark.
You can be my balanced flame,
a psychedelic tremor.
I will lay down still and lame,
your forever fallen timber.
This poem was written for June 30th Art of Seduction Love Letters Radio Show. My inspiration:

From Dylan Thomas to Caitlin Macnamara
Beautiful poem and that image is breathtaking.💕
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Thank you, Grace. ❤️
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My pleasure.❤️
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Beautiful. Lucky guy.
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Thank you. It was nice to try and capture his essence in images.
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This is a beautiful piece! He truly is a lucky guy. Great job.
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Brilliantly written my friend.
Love this 👍🖤
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Thank you; takes a lot to lie down and let someone else light you on fire. 😉
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It certainly does! 😁🖤
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a wild, imaginative ride 🙂
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Thank you; there’s a lot of real life in this love letter.
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First stanza got me hooked, and I am still wriggling!
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Thank you, Hobbo. FInding love in the everyday. It’s there, so this poem captured just a small bit.
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👍💖
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