Stacy Lynn(fiesty)

Stacy lynn

Provocative you´ve caught a flame in me
You didn´t burn and we never quarrelled
On the contrary i´ve been warmed by your verse

With subtle and overt prose you nurse me
And scratch at the nagging
I´ve never met such a fiesty poetess

Okanagan serpent and I the deep lochness?
Your words have rippled and often broken the surface
sometimes venturing into the pine lined shores

Something illusive and hungry
Bearing down on a five foot sturgeon
That chase is like your rhyme
to the poetry surgeon.

And when you write of lust
It´s like creeks running into a lake
Calm sun-warmed water
tickling re-emerging spring reeds

Here I am chuffed
reading Stacy lynn´s stuff
her´s is a word i need.