"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Peggy at Real Toads prompted us to write about eyes.
Wednesdays With Peggy
oh, that's mysterious and laden, Susie. ~
Once upon a time, there was a lot of this going round ... though often to the second and third scarring. Scary, crazy.
Wow, what a perfect--and succinct--description of a certain type of dangerous attraction. Love it!
I really like this, even if the fire described should be avoided!
Bewitched by a wink.. I love that. That's why I prefer a staid home life. Nicely done..
I like this--it drew me in and left me thinking. Well done!
Eyes filled with passion...
I love to 'wink', Susie. That and smile. I can often see the burning it causes and the reverse sometimes happens to me. Flirting.My youngest grand-daughter was intrigued by my winking since before two. She could not wink. But this December, now four, she was winking pretty good. We only see her about four times a year. This summer, though, we went to her place (London) for two months (she wasn't winking then).I am not sure about the scarring, I believe it represents the damage that can be caused by intimate conduct that gets carried away...
Ah! Bewitched... are we!? Well worded and wonderfully penned.-HA
such strong passion...love the imagery used here..
Wonderful, really amazing, to portray the moment we are seduced by a spark into swimming in fire. Loved it.
A very stylish warning that some eyes can draw you in to your own unfortunate downfall.
Oooooh, the flame of love! Enjoyed this!
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