Crouching down,
another heart is found,
just on that parcel of ground,
battered and bruised,
Eve carries and dips the heart
into the molten hot sugar's burn.
Cooled,
with a crunch,
she bites,
as sticky lips pull
away from the hardened shell,
the mouth glows cherry red.
Smelling of heavy sweets,
the tongue gleaks with pleasure,
candied apples,
they do please.

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..., Your keen senses and your power of obeservation do

December 14, 2008     

Your keen senses and your power of obeservation do not go unappreciated. I love how you captured the sweet pleasures in the midst of the battered and bruised parcel of ground. A testament to the human spirit to find small pleasures in the midst of bleak sorroundings. You have the gift my dear friend. Love Always, Flavia
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..., very inspirational.

September 09, 2008     

very inspirational.
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