Slowly,surely she emergres
From the clouds
Of whipped cream dreams
Passion's extremes,fused
To the lips of fleeing Muses
Can the will for exuberance
Survive the scrutiny of delicate lace
She has no discernable face
Yet her presence lashes out
Honey and styptic alchemy
Ingratiating, patronizing
A paradox of self centered whims
You heart and dreams at her feet
Dwelling within her, nothing discrete
She'll offer you maidenly love
Then with your heart
Scurrry in full retreat
To the clouds of whipped cream dreams
"Seems someone has snatched Jon's hot-fudge sundae, topped with oodles of whipped cream, from his hands!" Naughty me...or may be my light-headed mood this morn :o)
Re-read, and find your poetic words deliciously enticing...
Blessings and Double Dips ~~ Micke
Ahh the sweet surrender to passions :)
A Delight To Read!!
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Christine
excellent write and words of imaginative vision Jon.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Ron