barbed wire romance
sucked into chance
and all that is written on walls
as graffiti is sprayed
and the apple is bitten
let our love not fade
with the ashes
of burning Cinderellas
and lost slippers
sipping from big dippers
on the milky way
of what’s mine is yours
and the galaxy of
meteors and space between
our sentences, let
our pregnant pauses
birth new beginnings
from lust to trust
grounded into
submission
giving each other permission
to become
who we are
© 2010
The Juice Bar 
Such sharp words Lisa…….A goddess of the barbed quill !!
Thank you Lord Hicks one who should know how it feels to be pricked,
would you like to trade barbs?? 🙂
Such sharp wit…………..Smiles!!
A sharp shooter = a sharp snapper!! 🙂
I will raze u a $………….Now cut the pack Ace is high
Spin the bottle…let’s play that game…do you Brits know that one?????
This one shakes his head!!……..Sounds fun!!
First one must drink the bottle to be limber for the game…
spinning……spinning……..
What’s in the bottle?
Wine darling!!
But you can’t hear me!!!!!
excuse me????
beautiful prose and the photo has wrapped me into you universe.
Thank you so much Henry!!! 🙂