Scent of ristretto and apple butter
pour whispers out unto readying
eve. Your eyes catechize as though
smoldering embers ―

Stirred, my heart pens down verse
as misty-eyed morn locks lips with
blushful night. You, and you alone
serve as incitation to bitter-sweet
poet’s muse.

 

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Posted for Quadrille # 24 @ dVerse Pub

Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

and on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

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