Flavour Me, Red

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It’s a predicament, it’s a predicament,
it’s a saucer of urge–
unmistakably a loud speaker that cannot be located.
It’s angst filled poetry,
it’s shattering confessions to mute parts of the body.
Flavour me, red
make my mouth numb for several minutes;
why isn’t there a doorway that leads straight into
a pool of desire?
It’s hot whispers traveling from one ear to another
in a crowded room,
it’s the constant ebb and flow of a river.
It’s an open space, it’s delight in disorder–
it’s thinking one knows the other person well enough.




Photo credits: Paul Biddle Conceptual Art, Pinterest

Day Four ~ Caution: Tender Buttons

Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads

16 Replies to “Flavour Me, Red”

    1. Bwahahahahahahhaha that was the plan!💄❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😍 so glad you enjoyed it!💄❤️

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