Kiss Curls (Cascade Poem)
Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 1:06 am
The mirror’s mist of roses in her hair.
The wait and longing date to make kiss curls.
The peak and fall of ripple’s dream cascades.
The hair-breadth to a flowing next-do date.
The reach of waiting arms to roll love whorls.
The trickles down the neck of throaty trust.
The soak of perm’s solution to sate dreams.
The mirror’s mist of roses in her hair.
The breathless golden pause to test the silk.
The rush of hotter air on body waves.
The shift of teasing teeth of ivory pearl.
The wait and longing date to make kiss curls.
The veil of liquid gloss to hold the dream.
The new lipstick’s red-puckered-pleased-lip pout.
The drool of swirling bliss and thrilling waves.
The peak and fall of ripple’s dream cascades.
The bedtime’s pillow fluff of coiffure clouds.
The midnight spell of a gold waterfall.
The cheer and sheer rapture of wash and wear.
The hair’s-breadth to a flowing next-do date.
Karin Anderson © 2017 S.A.
The wait and longing date to make kiss curls.
The peak and fall of ripple’s dream cascades.
The hair-breadth to a flowing next-do date.
The reach of waiting arms to roll love whorls.
The trickles down the neck of throaty trust.
The soak of perm’s solution to sate dreams.
The mirror’s mist of roses in her hair.
The breathless golden pause to test the silk.
The rush of hotter air on body waves.
The shift of teasing teeth of ivory pearl.
The wait and longing date to make kiss curls.
The veil of liquid gloss to hold the dream.
The new lipstick’s red-puckered-pleased-lip pout.
The drool of swirling bliss and thrilling waves.
The peak and fall of ripple’s dream cascades.
The bedtime’s pillow fluff of coiffure clouds.
The midnight spell of a gold waterfall.
The cheer and sheer rapture of wash and wear.
The hair’s-breadth to a flowing next-do date.
Karin Anderson © 2017 S.A.
