We met in November;
honey eyes
through bonfire smoke haze
I became bewitched by your gaze,
heart beating with adolescent magic.
I walked toward the fire
and into the flames.
I asked the spirits of the night
to beg you to take me;
in your arms, in your palms,
in your dripping honeyed eyes
and call me ‘Mine’.
Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is President of FVR Publishing, a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.
to take me;
in your arms, in your palms,
in your dripping honeyed eyes
and call me ‘Mine’ — lovely!
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Real sweet like, I love your ink!
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Thank you ☺️
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