Herbs 'n Planz

Warmth And Waves - Poem by Herbs 'n Planz

You swamp me in your sudden gush,
hot steam strikes, my pot arises,
rosé shades, as pale skins flush,
odd crescendo, no disguises.

Laid out in designer's ink,
Eddy currents, water’s edge,
Notebook sparkles, virgin pink
Fingers, finders, keepers wedge.

Grand Vesuvius, puffs and embers,
Watching over olive groves
huddle frozen, cold Decembers
souls absorb the warmth of stoves

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 13, 2009

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