© Teresa Perin
the
oak leaf took flight
twirling
in the autumn air
to
rest upon brown grass
the
death of a season
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Image ~ stockvault
Honest Heat
Were I a virgin shell
I would gladly give
you
the pearl secreted
within me,
but I am a woman.
Passion will not
frighten me.
I need no gentle
wooing
or words you don’t
mean,
just honest heat
igniting mine.
I don’t care about
promises
or whether we meet
again.
Tonight I want to
burn
from flames we can’t
contain.
©Susie
Clevenger 2012
Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenger
Comments
I like the clear image of autumn in the first one, and the whew heat and passion in the second verse ~
And the second is rich with, shall we say, the heat of the moment!
Also the stanza being a proper syntax sentence. Well written and good to read.
K