Senses ablaze
My hearts pitter – patter
Betrayed by my breathing
I’m now nearer
Than I planned to be
Nonchalance evaporates
Then came
The taste of you
Finally
Mingling with
The sound of red
Pat R
12/07/17
Inspired by the prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub: Symbolism
thoughts and entanglements 
Ow! 🙂
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Sweet! 😎😎😎😎😎
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Nice one for the senses!
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Thank you Kathy☺
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nice synesthesia in that last line.
The sound of red. Now what would be the sound of red?
here i am thinking a little love and heat.
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Ha ha, there you go! Let your mind do the wandering 😍
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Sensual and vivid, I love the image of ‘the sound of red’
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Fun, right☺.
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Oh yes… synesthesia of sound of red is fantastic… a smell of scarlet too maybe
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LOL! That very well may be
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One of my absolute favorite poetic devices is synesthesia and you have used it so well in the title and end…the sound of red. I just love this.
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That is so good to hear Victoria. Thank you very much ☺.
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The sound of red / senses ablaze: wow!
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☺ Thanks.
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I like how breathing betrays us. It does seem to do that. I like the phrase “Nonchalance evaporates”.
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That it does! Thanks Frank.
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A sensual poem, love the sound of red ~
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Thank you Grace.
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