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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.
How romantic!
ReplyDeleteSensuous poem! Got more life than 99 99/100% of the Valentines out there!
ReplyDelete(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...
ReplyDeleteVery fine write, loved it :)
ReplyDeleteShort Poems
i am a fan of flowers - and the amaryllis has something of all that you shared here. steven
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, wickedly sensuous!
ReplyDeleteA lovely lyric.
ReplyDeleteMolly - funny what springs to mind when I see something...
ReplyDeleteJudith - 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