Splinters

Splinters

 

Pretty as a picture

She leaned upon the wooden frame

Smiling as inviting

And hesitantly whispered his name

Brief pages ruffled

Placing touches of burning desire

White lace shuffled

Moving through a consummate fire

Smooth wood sliding

Left them only in want of much more

With her firmly pressed

against the frame of a wooden door

 

Reviews

[J]

Whew! Put away that sandpaper! You write of small moments with huge impact! Innocence and animal instinct . . . honest exposure of the most vulnerable. You have an amazing capacity to portray the authentic passions of we female species ...... what is so hard to understand, anyway?

Power packed in few words ~ the way I like it. ;-)

j

[Forest Green]

Delightful...a sweet look at moments of passion.

Nicely tucked into tight places...;)

Daniel

[Dani California]

Excellent Amber. You seem to be showing a lot of variety in your work lately, and it's outstanding! You truly are a very talented writer. This is wonderful.. !

[lilain]

There is a subtle difference, Amber, but it is still you and still incredibly vivide and beautiful. What I love is the ethereal feel to your work with a dab of humanistic feeling. That is something few poets achieve, but you do it so well.

Keep writing, mistress, you are truly a talented spirit.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You have created another wonderfully beautiful and passionate picture with you words... and might I say sounds like the best way to get a splinter ;-)

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Very descriptive, nostalgic. Could even put in a book. When are you writing your own book of poetry? you should be published by now. kena