#textures
Curdled cream
May not seem everyone’s dream,
But when whisked together
It lathers thick, like learned leather,
Luscious velvet, oh so freaky!
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:48 AM UTC
Holding and touching
From soft to hard, smooth and rough
Living and the still
Pets of many kinds
Cats, dogs, with fur so soft
to turtles hard shells
To holding newborns
Teaching them to read and write
Caring for others
To Going fishing
Climbing up the steep mountains
and ending in bed
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
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Small, sweet milk-white squares
Fresh fruits and nuts chopped
Hazelnuts, pistachios,
cashews, dried cherries
Honeyed-almonds, crunch
So toothsome
Yum!
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
The taste of well prepared poetry is something you won't fast forget.
Each phrase is fresh, seasoned with restraint and mixed with passion.
Patiently simmered or flash fried, the result is something to be savoured.
Hold it on your tongue with relish, while the juices coat your chin, but be quick to scoop them up and sip them again for that unexpected echo of the explosion of textures held in each line.
The taste of well prepared poetry
is something you won't fast forget.
And there's always seconds on offer.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
the dress is lying still
on her hips
but not at rest
a tight caress
that stalks in wait
proxy to the prey
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC