the wind closed its eyes
leaves, moved
by my pleas, turned to face
me I blinked & there she was
another glass of wine barking
in her hand, stem
cool like bathroom tiles I can’t see
I ask for one more gust
before she leave s
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse’s Eyeing the Quadrille #147
An intriguing piece. These words,
“stem
cool like bathroom tiles I can’t see” get me thinking, feeling. They are visceral.
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Thanks so much Lillian!
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I too found this piece intriguing. Nicely done.
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Quite the windy moment, sounds like someone got bowled over, anyways.
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Thanks 🙂
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This has a sexy intrigue about it.
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The best kind of intrigue
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Lovely piece great description. ❤️
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Thanks so much Joni!
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ah. love the subtle sensuality here.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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As others have mentioned, the sensual vibe here is really interesting …. well done.
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So much to like in this… the barking wine, and that stem cold as bathroom tiles.
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genius.
-David
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The sensual personification of the wind–so intriguing!
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