Pre pear to fall to our knees.
Surrender the urge to please.
Accept to our Self we appease.
Reveal and receive all we need.
Amber burnt and golden butter brown.
Fragrant stems lean in and surround.
Petals and leaves fall to dark ground.
Our ears flutter with humming sound.
Fire dancing under the harvest moon.
Drums of the warm night tell our tune.
An island rum bath soaking since noon.
Stir our tongue around a cinnamon spoon.
Wild and restless and quick to our feet.
We lean forward pointing to what we seek.
All that we want is with a willing reach.
We feel our thoughts falling back into our seat.
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11 comments:
your words are like a soothing balm, your pictures decorate the senses. thank you!
Shadow almost took the words out of my mouth!! It's a visual feast over here!! I'm always excited when you post!! Always beautiful things to see and read!!
i've never looked at pears in such a poetic fashion, quite beautiful. i also really adore those cheetah print stocking in the last shot!
Pears are everywhere.. the cheetah spot stockings found on the pages of Mexican Vogue! ;p
Love this! And the perfectly placed images :)
Excellent! I really much make something with pears now, those look scrumptous :-)
Gorgeous, darling!
Love the rhyme!
xoxox,
CC
i find pears to be really attractive, but i don't like to eat them.
Like this on this balmy day. Very appropriate indeed.
The words and images go so well together. Beautiful and harmonious!
Love the pear theme! As you know, I adore pears. And those leopard tights with platforms--quite excellent! Hope you are quite satisfyingly finished with your cookies!
Merry Christmas, hope it's a super good one!
xo Mary Jo
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