Stars sparkle on lips bejeweled
like syrupy summer strawberries.
All is well until my ears swell
to an ehm that leaves my soul to dwell.
I linger on clicks from heels making trips
high with fervor’s pricks playing gimmicks.
On a finger a ladybug flicks its wings like a pix
sending chills done my spine instead of coins for tricks.
A Tarzan who is Tarzan by night gives my heart a fright
in silence that beats my confidence with fear of a fight.
And when morning breaks its light realizing I might
be going down worry’s plight he makes things right.
He is bitter chocolate unwrapped in sweetness
like a sweet red wine aged in a keg of tenderness
laced with strawberry goodness for extravagance.
My red chocolate is summer’s wine on flowered tracks.
Prompted by "Flowered Tracks", inspired by : Nancy Sinatra's Summer Wine https://youtu.be/YiISrw2GTXE