impossible to hide how I spark heat

impossible to hide
how I spark heat

in blushes

lit harder than morning sun
slaps glass
my skin the window

and that beam
can burn

prismed fingers
tickling fire
from dry grass/my spirit

ignition

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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32 Responses to impossible to hide how I spark heat

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    love love it (darn blushes gives us away every time!)

  2. Patricia Chenayi Nyandoro says:

    So you! Gosh! Even in photo! Blame the sun a little. You just blash! Love it!

  3. nelle says:

    Love the construction and conveyance…

  4. George Ellington says:

    Such sweet passion. Not quite innocent. Nor should it be.

    • Thank you, George. Yes, sweet. Definitely not innocent. Or at the very least one should know not to play with fire, unless very carefully :)

      I so enjoy the way you word things.

  5. jomul7 says:

    I agree: It’s impossibe to hide how you spark heat :)

  6. Green Speck says:

    Quite a heated poem :-)

  7. This is intense heat, Susan. I love it.

  8. Rhonda says:

    Hey sfam…do hot flashes count too?

  9. Song alive!
    Sparking and creating sparks!

  10. I see it all in my head~ really excellent ! Deb

  11. doncarroll says:

    nicely done metaphor like a neruda. and uhmm erotic as well:))

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