I can tell that you have
Eaten the leaves
And held them
Underneath your tongue
For your words
Smell like peppermint
Your breath is cool
And enticing
It lassos my lips
And pulls me in
You tell me to eat
Of the tree from which you picked them.
I agree, I even
volunteer
Until I am struck
With the reminder
That she always smelled of mint
And I was right to have feared her.
Poetry
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Fresh depiction (no pun intended). I’ve never read or heard a comparison like this before, and yet I know exactly what you mean. That is a mark of great writing. I love that you created sensual imagery that didn’t focus solely on visualization; it makes this piece extremely engaging. Perhaps the best thing is that after reading this, I’m thinking “I NEED to know more about this character.” Stellar.
Thank you so much! It really means a lot!