Never Play With Matches

The golden strands

of innocence began

to fray when temptation

wrapped its silver tongue

in words stolen from

the diary passages

of blushing inquiry.

Whispered upon the skin

with devilish insistence

no seemed a thousand

sparks away while yes

burned its now into

fluttering resistance.

She was once told

to never play with matches,

but no one ever explained

what to do when another

hand holds the torch.

  

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Fireblossom over at Real Toads gave us a list of words

to create our poems from. It seems I felt the heat

of inspiration. :)  Get Listed