This is inspired by this week’s paint-chip poetry prompt. I didn’t write couplets but was inspired by the words:
Wild mushrooms could be delicious,
Or poisonous — how do you know?
It is similar with the mistletoe:
Kiss under it, don’t consume it.
This moment is like a hot potato,
I can’t touch it yet can savor it.
Passion is dangerous, flaming —
But after the fire, an inchworm
Up a sunflower, still will be climbing.