Passion dances on a match strike,
the burn so enticing, no whisper of a scar.
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Love creates both
fools and demons
when bed sheets are its only warmth.
Almost is an eternity when the heart
builds a nest from blindness.
Lust is a summer fruit that withers
when winter's chill snuffs its flame.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
I wrote it as a single poem, but then realized each line could stand alone.
#napowrimo2020 Day 29
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - match -
A powerful write!
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"Love creates both fools and demons
when bed sheets are its only warmth."
and the idea of the summer fruit withering/dying in the winter chill....
Very telling indeed.
So much to love here especially; "Lust is a summer fruit that withers when winter's chill snuffs its flame." Yes!!đđđ
ReplyDeleteA nice combination, Susie. Yet each holds a truth often lived.
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They are so nearly American sentences (and one is). Can't you find just one extra syllable for each of the others? It would be so cool. Not that they aren't wonderful as they are; wish I could write discrete couplets as beautiful and original as that!
ReplyDeleteThe opening lines pulled me in, Susie, and I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed these writings, Susie.đšI especially like the first “ Passion dances on a match strike,
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