Viking Lover's Missive

The Mist

Find me here

in sweet-dappled sunlight kiss,

naked,

save the bangles on my wrist.

Come to me,

cling like mist;

like bilberries—

stain my lips, my hips.

Pull my flesh

from the silknight bone

and leave my carcass

to the stones.

for Ian

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

This was written for Ella’s Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we were given the opportunity to write a poem inspired by the wonderful photography of L. Diane Wolfe.  I’ll also be linking to dVerse for OpenLinkNight.