
Desire
Tomato’s first blush. /
Kiss of rain, caress of heat. /
Season of desire.
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Desire
Tomato’s first blush. /
Kiss of rain, caress of heat. /
Season of desire.
.
.
#tomato #season #kiss #blush ##caress #desire #rain #heat #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #june #friday #063023 #2033

Such vulgar venality voices voluminous volumes verifying very vituperative vociferous vilification vouchsafing the vagabond verity of English’s vocabulary. Verily, I say.
Filed under 2023, humor, word play, words, Words to live by

Threshold
Today speaks decay. /
Memory echoes the past. /
Threshold whispers, “Why?”
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