hibiscus kiss




Her hibiscus kiss,

stained the remains

of a candied

apple crush.

Fingertips trace
bee stung lips;

venom to cure 
the mundane.







  • Esther J. Doucet

    Your style is also provocative and enjoyably read. I had to read this one again out loud.

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