Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

aah, the weather so
deliciable you want to
eat It, swallow her
in ravened beast mouthfills, whole
collops of rare air Sun crisped

No, no! last vignettes
like drams of spiced vanilla
savory tune not
to be too swoon-gobbled, but
morseled, nary oso at

the hive, rather pined
le biche at the deerberry
muted nibbles, an
afternoon of faun, the clime
of delight, honeysuckle

camellia, lily
magnolia to scarlet's daze
lustraled, and the waft
of dusk's daffodil oh so
deliciable you want to...

H.e.m.
10.21.MMix.
ST

This excited me HH. Vanilla traces on the neck,
the bean scent lifts and reminds me of being baked.
Honeysuckle dollops on the tongue. I want to swallow it all.
I want to take mouth fulls. I want to wear scarlet begonias in my hair
and I want to go daffodil picking. I want to... I want to... and this tasted good to me.

Anyway, my apologies I think I got swoon-gobbled.
Enjoyed it, too.

I dig dug it too.
ty

Indeed, a hot summer bath in winter, gave me da goose bumps!!!
Me dig it too!
H

The best smell I ever smelled?

Victoria's Secret.

Lovespell...


Peace,
Barry

SLD - Apologies!? Pshaw! Is It not an intent/passion/mission of the Poet to elicit these very emotions/responses? TY, your comments (happily not sent in a "plain awfully-brown wrapper"), consistently never disappoint in your assessments/resonances with my Work; so pleased to have whetted - H'H./H.e.m.

st - TY; I hip to you digged - H'H./H.e.m.

h_p - Well...a hearthy TY, seems I am eliciting some steam evocative of the copse sauna-lodge replete to tickling birch switches, eh? Snow geese skimmer 'n skip on da prickling skin of the pond...here too - dig? H'H./H.e.m.

Barry - Yes, I too am reclined to concur; something which began as an observation of an extraordinary day...& voila!, the secretnesses of Victoria do indeed spell L-O-V-E! H'H./H.e.m.