Challenge: The Perfect Ten (v2.0)

cherries_on_snow said:
experienced,
iced hands
rubbing
sore shoulders
mmmm
bliss


I think I misspent
my time in
that lovely, little
state
 
Don't speak

begging
only written on paper
and hidden
underneath my mattress.
 
sunlight tastes cedars

slurping reddish bark
it falls, intoxicated
 
The art pavilion at St James's church, Clerkenwell Green

the half opened
clamshell sits empty,

waiting for a critic
 
Nothing affirms well-being
like driving, confidently,
using standard transmission.





(Calli, I took your hyphens are cheating comment to heart, see?) ;)
 
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