Tim Smith Poet Free verse

Taste of Innocence

Buttoned-up sunshine silhouette
draped in early evening fantasy
captured in aromatic ecstasy

let me 

d    e
 o     a
  w     s
    n     y 

let me 
wander 
in your 

b r
     e e
          z e

Drips of cinnamon touch
the true taste of innocence 
and her lips melt atop
burning gasoline jet streams

b
   l
     o
        w
           n

across the sheets of time
with the corners holding me still
sunsets wink good night

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Etienne Lariviere July 31, 2017 at 10:39 PM Un poème qui consomme mes émotions

Becca Teagan July 25, 2017 at 8:15 AM Ohh I love this! "Drips of cinnamon touch the true taste of innocence..." nice!

Darlene De Beaulieu July 23, 2017 at 3:52 PM hello Tim, You paint a good picture in your poem. Have a nice day my friend.

Darren White July 23, 2017 at 10:05 AM What Richard said, wowzer :) This is awesome my friend!

Richard Lamoureux July 23, 2017 at 9:23 AM Wowzer! This is great Tim. Thanks as well for visiting and commenting on my Conffessional poem.

Charlie Smith July 23, 2017 at 9:17 AM Ahh, a natural woman. Good one Tim...

Daniel Turner July 23, 2017 at 7:05 AM Must have been some kiss! Nice write, Tim:)

Lin Lane July 23, 2017 at 5:58 AM Great choice of words for the message and work very well in this interesting free verse, drop down form. The sunset loves you with a wink, and so do many others, Tim.