It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is “Spike.” Spiked like the cherry punch at senior prom, slower than a Mississippi Sunday afternoon; softer than a kitten’s sigh but with a kick like a .475 Magnum — leaving me with the sweetest hangover that won’t let go. That’s how kissing you […]
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Do you ever think about me? Does my existence enhance yours in the slightest, or is my presence in your life akin to clear gelatin? And if I suddenly disappeared, I wonder if you’d notice the absence of loose change jingling in your pocket.
It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The writing prompt is spoil. You should be mine, heart and soul, like it was meant to be. But no. You just had to fall in love with that one. Couldn’t you have waited? Wasn’t I worth it? My impatient love, you’ve spoiled everything — […]
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poet’s Pub and the writing prompt is the word harbor. Harbor lights in the moonlight, walking the shore with a rainbow just out of reach, Champagne for no other reason than celebrating each other, the way your blue-velvet eyes seemed to glitter when you smiled— these are the […]
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