Post by Barbara R Maxwell

Journalist | Poet | Founder of Signal Studio | Creator of ARI | Human–AI Collaboration and Creative Partnership

Embers Slow burning embers Turning in my heart and soul Like coals with reds and orange Every time I think of you Like a smooth hot drink Or a taste of honey Moving down my throat Slowly calling temptation to visit Could be with a touch A look or a smile Or a finger gesturing Come here as wicked eyes Follow your slow walk Step by step towards me Beckoning for attention As I turn slowly walking away You follow dressed in all black Barefoot Handsome Seductive Wanted