Don’t Count on Your Fingers
Count on your memory
Barely breathless breeze
Titillates — touch tames.
Whispered lyrics tease,
Signal fireside games.
Lips touching, you freeze,
“How truthful your claims
I’m the first? And these?”
Fire’s doused by old flames!
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Inspired by Shweta’s intriguing poem and prompt, “Flames”. Thanks to our hosts, Kathy Jacobs and me (🙃), and to the rest of the talented Chalkboard team!
And now, Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias sing “To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before”:
