Photo © Mike Roemer.
Smoke curls on skin,
The taste of ash in flickering den –
—Like candy, almost they –
Swill it down in cabernet, the swirl
Around me howls revelation
And they think that I’m salvation –
—Little yellow dress and a
—Come hither stare gripped –
But hunny, look again –
Everybody gets a taste, but the wine
It’s just for sipping –
—I can smile at the sensation
—But it’s just a Vegas show;
—No dipping, you dip.
My submission to the latest One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that spicy little pic provided by one Mike Roemer, a Wisconsin Photographer I interviewed for One Stop. Great guy, with some really crisp commercial photography…very high quality stuff. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
And also, a writer’s note. WordPress was being uncooperative today. All lines with the “—” in them are meant to be indented. So when you’re visualizing the structure of the piece – bear that in mind.
The Waking Den 