Flavour

Thank you, Molly Love, ~Rick

A touch of the Angels, if only time would stand still, where the now never ventured into what was. Hold these things to your heart, then remember they, the thougt that brings pleasure can always be held in your mind. A lovely touch that is written well, Yours Ian.T

I have seen this before. And it is as good now as it was then and I was so disappointed that you took it down. Now it is here again and the world is right. Brian

Yes, I agree with Brian (though it is my first taste of this particular write), you bring such gifts to this place.. it is divine & perfect as it is... & how I love your image here too, it embodies the freedom of your lines, the unselfconscious beauty that oozes from you everywhere... you are a natural... a lovely little story you bring us to with such sensuality... as you always do. Cheers & admiration Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

Your sensuous rythem is palpable in this frozen snapshot of eternities moment. To be savored in sips after exhaling.You have done it again. Like the slow opening of a flower;revealing the inner beauty. Barry.......o...

This is an excellent poem...delicate and finely poised on the threshold of timelessness.

and it is easy to picture the precise scene you portray. I particularly loved the lines: "in the eternity of waiting before your finger reached the smile of my lower lip" although I felt perhaps "anticipation" rather than "waiting" might have conveyed the feeling more precisely. The first verse I found a little difficult although i liked the deliberate pauses and the way they emphasise the importance of a specific act and moment in time. Perhaps something like: "maybe it was then that instant when your finger left the wineglass?" In the next verse I feel you should also charaterise the bordeaux as "rich" or something similar. Personally i think the rather dated slang of "I don't know man" could just be "I don't know which". So the verse might be something like: "maybe it was a rich bordeaux or a deep sensual rioja je ne sais pas quoi" Just suggestions as always. I enjoy the way you write. with best wishes Keith

you have wrought magic here. Capturing a moment in just a few words, making it stretch into eternity for the reader. Drew me in and refused to let me go. Love, ~Nina

Molly... you have filled in and coloured the world with a million hues of red! With crimson wines, burgandy tights, cherry lips, vemillion words and rosey feelings! You have finely crafted a beautiful poem and panted a such a wonderful portrait of events here of which you have masterfully unfolded in stuttered rhyme and rhythmatics that add so much flair and feeling to this poem. You have created such a magnificent scene that we can all smile too and about... waiting for those curled lips that spring out at the end like a jack in the box and plants the seed of love in your heart. Such a wonderful gift you have Molly in writing and here you have presented it to us very much gift wrapped with bows and add glitter sparkle... and you unwrap it to find a full bodied wine with fruity flavour and sparkling spirit. Simply mavellous Molly! Dale :)