Perfumed kiss and velvet poison,
caramel can be a concrete candy,
I blush, almost broken,
a prisoner to this ocean
of long grass and liquid sky,
this smoky glass, darkly dazzling.
A wild flower is not a sister of peace,
fire is not a dance easy to put out.
All words by Damien B. Donnelly, with the aid of Magnetic Poetry
7 thoughts on “CONCRETE CANDY”
The Oracle gave you such a Damien poem. She knows! 🙂
She did seem to be giving me a little gem- maybe she thought I had forgotten about her!!!
Maybe–I’m glad she didn’t get angry. 🙂
Oh that last line…(K)
Thank you my dear. It’s a tough but important journey