If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart. Jesse Jackson
THE FRUIT OF PURE COMPLEXITY
Taste of sweetness, flesh divine
Pump and seeded.....gift of vine
Sugared nectar......bite to lips
Down the chin in glistened drips
Sweet elixir packaged round
Paradise so tightly bound
As fruit or wine, jam or juice
Alluring sweetness...I'm seduced!
I
LOVE
GRAPES!
~Chrissie
love Tinka
incredibly creative with perfect rythm. Vicky
~Rose~
me, too--and i love this write
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)