Succulent Perceptions

See this simple mirror in trembling hand… it speaks

of soft and tender

finespun dreams

arousing in my quixotic fantasies

wild-eyed visions and shifting scenes

a painting on the life-scarred walls of memory

transforming sunlit fields into moon-graced dreams…

People only see what they are prepared to see

blind or blinded by the truth they be

a basket of fruit that rots before your eyes

are but succulent memories to me

When nothing is sure, everything is possible

no blinding light will ever taint my sight

for in soft and tender finespun dreams

I reside

in loves embrace tonight…

rubescent lips part thirstily

soft brush of finger- touch ignites

and once again I fall, willingly

lifted high on loves sweet flight;

Sad that people only see

what they are prepared to see

blind or blinded by the truth they be

a basket of fruit that rots before your eyes

are but succulent memories to me.

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Sharon Lee Goodhand©