Take me
And let me hang
Loose
Dip me in
Dark
Let it drip
Off of me in
Slow waves of
Molasses
Roll me over
Graves smelling
Of bogs and
Fireflies
Moths laced
In my hair and
Nibbling on my legs
Fly me to a
Treetop
And drop so I can
Stretch under freckled
Skies
With breath smelling of
Wings and
Caterpiller crawling
Sighs
Thank you for your comments. I really love this. Your line breaks and your choice of words. You really captured a moment with this poem. Bella! Amore! Volare!
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This piece demonstrates that a very few words can convey much when drawn by the right pen.