• Connie Cruthirds

Bounties of Mutiny


Word Weaver

Weave me a tale

Of whimsy wild,

Set free my sail.


Bounties of mutiny

Stir deep within.

Away, sail away

Let freedom begin.

Awaken my senses.

Tune into their beat.

Rhythm’s waves

Turn up the heat.


Touch tickles

Fickle fancies.

Sound subtly

Disco dancing.

Smell sniffs

Delights to devour.

Taste tempted

Lips pucker sour.


Eyes soften,

Spotting the way,

To feast upon life

Throughout the day.


Rest, my Sweet, rest,

Upon velvety rich dreams.

Behold your longings

Are much closer than they seem.

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