Her
cranberry hair tumbles to her waist in secrets and temptation.
He
tested the limits of a raspberry blush until he reached thorns.
She’s
cherry lipped impudence and August heat melting ice from his winter.
©Susie
Clevenger 2020
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Thursday, February 27, 2020
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You were a cold December wind I left to search for my August moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings... -
We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 American Sentence: Seventeen syllables The Sunda... -
I want to lie in moonlight, float mulberry shadows, and listen to Keats nightingale sing me closer to the stars. ©Susie Cleven...