Come to me


Finches sing urgent
Tones: trills and whistles,
Warbles and pauses
Come to me.

Mourning doves coo;
Longings in three notes
From tree to rooftops
Come to me.

Oleanders awake;
Sweetly scented clusters
Of airborne seduction
Come to me.

Apricots and peaches;
Dripping sticky juices
At first bite eagerly
Come to me.

Native cheeses and wine;
Sensorial explosions
Of ecstatic dimension
Come to me.

The heated Med dissipates
Reaching for the sky;
Whispered hazy kisses
Come to me


About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to Come to me

  1. A wonderful sensual feast!


  2. Comme tes mots transmettent parfaitement les sons, les vues, les gouts de la Med.
    Encore un triomphe!


  3. makagutu says:

    Nice photos!
    Am on my way ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. tonyprance says:

    Nice one Emmy …Summer on the Med sounds delicious …be well …


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