Saturday, February 13, 2016


Crinkling noises, crystal clear, like cellophane wrappings
Tug at my heart strings;
Where once, Cupid's arrows whizzed past in a frenzy of kisses;
So steaming hot, this February month,
When all of passion's senses rush by, in finely powered sugar;
Sweet are the clouds, sweet the air,
Intoxicating chocolate lovers, to bated breath awaiting
Smiles, in red rose petals;
Hinting at always, and evermore, to waltz in the bliss
Of perfumed thorns, no one realizes;
With just a slight tug of ribbon, the memories escape.
UNWRAPPING © gillena cox 2016

Written for Prompt Nights [6]
– To Love would be Sublime