now this is what I call poetry… not the shit I write… THIS

As always, you are so intriguing…
and I love the spatter

Thanks DF…

Smooth, like butter, this poem captivates with the ‘come hither’ idea of poetry’s ability to sink it’s teeth into you; needing it’s charms, craving it’s emotional surrender..

Loved this and the imagery… you’re so amazing at finding a perfect visual!

Missed you *
🌹 💙 –
B

Wow amazing work 👏