Fingerpaint

...irresistable, inevitable....

You love me

With fingerpaint;

Your fingertip brush

Teases my skin.

 

We flirt

With polarity--

Irresistible, inevitable.

Embers eagerly wait

 

To ignite

With a single spark.

You are the fire,

And, I, the ice,

 

Melting,

To my dismay--

To my delight.

You are the language

 

Of true love

Personified,

And, I, the literature,

Written by fools

 

Like us.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Written in 2011. Are you still together ?
Was he the one, or 2 or 3 ?
I have been busy, just started reading you.
This is clever, poetic genious all over the place.
Write me more and post it in Dead Poets or
A Stream of Consciousness. OK ?
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Kes]

Oh wow, this grew and grew on me as I read. What a fantastic piece of writing.
Love it. :)

[Chris]

Quite the Heart's beat...
and the mind's wish.

Chris