Not The Rockefellers

the way you stir your coffee makes the blood rush from my head the come hither twirl of that fortunate spoon and I'm bringing breakfast to your bed red lipstick caffeine kisses your heart jumps, so quick the hit my kingdom resides on the rim of your world and I'm waiting captive to your sip Rene ~ February 10, 2013   For Magpie Tales Image by Joseph Lorusso

let me into your world to colour by number the hills and valleys let me spill mountains of stars and gold dust sighs across your threshold let me kneel before your spices, your perfumes and holy chrisms let me  stitch my way gold, through your wild heaven's succulent labyrinth  and I will be all your sun your moon your rain Rene ~ February 8, 2013