picture it and write/ via ermilia blog
Intuitively
Glowing, seductive.
Snooping, itch to know more
Irresistible dragging’s from within the core
Ablaze stare for a foretaste, but yields eye full
Having to belie the twitch and scuttle, or drift down to the pill
Beyond boundaries boarder less, dreams flooded slide,
Mists of pleas preventing one’s flight yonder glide
All comes alive, the last breath, the last shout, last look,
the last beat’ the last throb and even last prayer.
Stop the enflamed glows jumping from fist. Stop!
With no ifs and buts;
Beams beeping Brilliance
Bitterly bright
My basic instincts
By: Shashi Moore
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Shashi Moore 
I like how you described the pills as ‘seductive’ but also mentioned ‘no ifs and buts’. It alludes to the idea that there is no choice. It grips you. It controls you. A lovely piece! Thanks for contributing, Shashi. 🙂
– Ermisenda
thanks for posting the picture and many thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
I like the mists of pleas preventing flight, like water condensation on wings.
Very good poem.
Thanks you! pleasantly encouraged. 🙂