She casts a spell…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:

Wordle’s words
She, Being Like the Night
She, being like the night, unravels;
slipping out of daylight, whispering to me
in shimmering silhouettes, urging me to come,
to lie down along the fringes
of her flesh; barely visible, she speaks:
begs me to be with her already,
travel up and down her dark and soft terrains;
and as I lift, and slip, and roll,
she, now like a dark sea’s current,
her unctuous tides washing over me, carrying me,
I become exalted,
and when I am cast off, she
files back into her darkness,
recedes, takes flight,
gone by morning’s light, but now:
I exist
Randy Mazie
You sure do. Exist, that is.
Therefore I am…
But she, ummm, what she does….
Sensual, lovely write.
Yes,,,, thank you.
lovely.
🙂
Thank you.