My Passion Flowers (and fruits)

I
love it
when you blush…
right before I bite
you.

 

my passion flowers
under the feel of summer
warming up my ink

 

do not bite,
love, wait a bit
to taste me

 

Yep, my garden is probably in lust. But who can blame her (yes, my garden is definitely a girl, I can tell)? I mean, look at that strawberry, blushing for all to see. And what can I say about the passion flower?

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

Love Me Hard

Lightning doesn’t have to kindle firestorms. While we feed on each other’s flame no other heat will take us apart. Love me because we’ve tasted the scarlet ink writing our souls to heaven without hammering flesh and bone to pieces.

if you know me well,
you will love me hard… knowing
I’ll love you better

 

Fire of Love, by Samarel

 

the wee notes…
– crafted to life out of the replies 13 of you provided when I asked what the senryū portion of this haibun made you feel. Thank you for writing with me, my Wicked Luvs. You can read the actual responses here, here and here.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.