Gin and Tonic
I am in love:
the embossed, criss-crossed kind;
a grinding, unwinding love reserved
for lovers.
A jubilee with confetti sort of love;
like I were at a seaside resort,
all comfort and frills
and undistilled thrills of vermillion
swirls. Love like a suspension bridge
undamaged or ravaged by a storm
in the port.
I am in love:
the cosmic, gin and tonic kind;
a gold mine, red wine love preserved
for lovers.
Comments
The imagery is drinkable for any hour me thinks…
I so love how you make words become a bridge to my mind, a sensory suspension that makes me stop an remember why I love words and how they bring me my secret colours…x
a simply descriptive piece of art :)
this is brilliant.it shouts out its joyfulness..has made feelings alive.
good for you—may it last.
nothing like heavy metaphore to bring about the truth.
Wow, I’m almost speechless.
This is so crisp-awesome!
extremely lovely. xx