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| Photo of amaryllis by Judith at A View From the Woods |
Fever
In that red dress
that spills down her body
like paint,
she is an amaryllis
in a winter room.
Heads turn;
the air is on fire.
When the music starts
she turns,
and when they dance,
she is all he needs to know of flowers.
8 comments:
How romantic!
Sensuous poem! Got more life than 99 99/100% of the Valentines out there!
(BTW, Frank just read it and said with a smile, I understand that one! He's from the poetry-tone-deaf people, so that's quite a coup, my dear.)
ah...lovely close...smiles. all he needs to know of flowers...
Very fine write, loved it :)
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i am a fan of flowers - and the amaryllis has something of all that you shared here. steven
Beautifully written, wickedly sensuous!
A lovely lyric.
Molly - funny what springs to mind when I see something...
Judith - I'm glad Frank understood ;)
Brian - flowers and girls can do that to a guy
Thanks for the visit, Marinela
Steven - there's something about that luscious red...
Lee - a compliment indeed - it's what I was striving for
thanks, Anne
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