Lead you astray
Turn crystal to clay
Mix raw umber with oil
Giggle as you recoil
Smear your arm
No cause for alarm
Seek you out
Map the route
Roundabout way
Swerve, then sway
Bet a day’s wage
Can’t act my age
Define the context
Subvert the pretext
Seek raucous grace
Do an about-face
Imbibe all night
Make it just right
Add sugar to wine
Sangria tastes fine
Admire my toes
Discard my clothes
Invent your desire
Ride, ride, ride it with my fire
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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