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Old Flames

by Dave Morehouse 

Posted: 20 November 2013
Word Count: 35


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Old Flames

Drawn,
a flickered seduction,
to lick flames
which lick back.

She brands me her own.
We melt.
We trickle
drizzle contained in a glass hurricane.

A smile exchanged
smolders off to sleep.






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tusker at 09:09 on 21 November 2013  Report this post
Passionate, Dave. Enjoyed.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 17:01 on 21 November 2013  Report this post
It must be the cold in the UP that overstimulates the labido Dave ;

I loved

a flickered seduction,
to lick flames
which lick back.

Dave Morehouse at 02:19 on 22 November 2013  Report this post
Thanks, Oonah. It isn't the cold; it's the wife.

Thanks, Jennifer. It's no "Fifty Shades of Grey" but, then again, that wasn't what I was going for. (Actually I've never read 50 Shades - nor do I care to.)


FelixBenson at 08:18 on 24 November 2013  Report this post
Very heated indeed, Dave! I liked the glass hurricaine- interesting image. Good poem.

Kirsty

crowspark at 13:19 on 24 November 2013  Report this post
Great title. Love that opening opening stanza - dancing flames. Drawn suggests a multitude of visaul and metaphorical meanings.
I love,
We trickle
drizzle contained in a glass hurricane.


Nice ending.

Dave Morehouse at 16:23 on 24 November 2013  Report this post
Thanks to Kirsty and Bill for you kind words. This was another of those 'fun' poems. I may even show it to the wife this afternoon. Thanks again, Dave.


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