By Faith Canright
PROMPT — What is Love?
your flavor of easy lies
lover of my deepest heart
our fragrance of stolen time
passion grows in lush green eyes
that warm gaze my ardor starts
your flavor of easy lies
I pull you to my breast, my crime
love-making our forbidden art
our fragrance of stolen time
clock hands race, alarm chimes
hours freeze when we’re apart
your flavor of easy lies
gone again my fancied life
forsaken ’til you gift a spark
our fragrance of stolen time
my pure choices seem unwise
my soul flaunts deceitful mark
your flavor of easy lies
our fragrance of stolen time
Faith Canright grew up in Dallas, Texas. Her talented mother taught her to read at the age of four, and in first grade she tested at a fourth-grade reading level. She wrote her first short story, a mystery, when she was 10. Faith lived in six states through her multiple careers, spending her business life as a technical writer. Eventually, she concentrated her talent and her time on poetry and fiction. Published in several anthologies with two publications pending, Faith now writes full time and lives in the Pacific Northwestern United States. She is currently writing a murder mystery novel.
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