Image posted by Tess as a writing prompt
on this Sunday's Magpie Tales, Mag 222
Brenda Warren's wordle for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 163
As ever, if you wish, click on the green Mr. Linky you find there to link to the other contributions.Just Before Take Off
My weird fluid life
gives me countless lips I chase,
lean into their dare,
but seldom sturdy
as these seem to be, terrain
a more jovial
field than the grim line
I am used to.
Can you smell
them?
The scent of teeth
poised for the next bite?
Lavender lips, bright
white teeth just about to crush
the yellow paving,
the time release drug
that will propel us into
a launch position?
June 1, 2014 1:52 PM
The scent of teeth...the concept is new to me
ReplyDeleteHmm. How can that be? We spend huge money as a nation on a variety of ways to avoid offense of smelly teeth.
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