My eleventh day of Christmas has romance, longing, and a bit of suspense.
Temptress Eve-she does not lend
Matrimony of love-she does not send
Pine needles of Christmas past-they neither bend
Presents from the heart-she feverishly spends
How does love taste on her tongue?
A berry whose juices rot in her lungs
Queen of the pipers, eleven men fancy
But music does not provoke her heels dancing
Murmur of the heart-can it rise?
By all estimations she’s surprised
To find her love brimming with affection
Her spirit guided in a new direction
4 comments:
Pine needles that don't bend- ouch! Lol)- intriguing with some vivid imagery here!
Have a wonderful weekend-
You have a wonderful way of putting words together. Thanks for stopping by. It is a little warmer than yesterday here, 32 degrees F. :) Enjoy your weekend.
Hey WG,
Wow I love this piece it moves and flows so beautifully. Love can warm the coldest of hearts. well done!!:p
oooh, very good. Love the second stanza especially.
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