12 January



fire

i burn in our song

your flaming licks consume me

daylight smoldering


poetry jam

Comments

  1. Laurie Kolp12 January 2014 at 09:38

    flaming licks... hmm

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  2. Lynn12 January 2014 at 11:38

    13 words that take me in as many directions-sexy and sweet

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  3. Pealogic12 January 2014 at 12:12

    Very sultry poem. Great writing.

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  4. Nina 12 January 2014 at 15:53

    wow, such an intense feeling!

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  5. tinajo12 January 2014 at 16:28

    I like this poem! :-)

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  6. Intelliblog12 January 2014 at 17:00

    Passion equates with fire so well...

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  7. alan170413 January 2014 at 13:53

    Lots of passion and fire!!

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  8. Mary13 January 2014 at 20:39

    I really can identify with "I burn in our song."

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  9. Peggy14 January 2014 at 18:43

    I like very short pieces like this. I like to see lots packed into a few words like this.

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  10. Sarav15 January 2014 at 14:55

    You really made every word count, nicely done! Happy New Year:-)

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