I Fall

I was a thin-skinned Aspen

 Budding to caress

 the sun with pear-shaped,

 leafy fingers.

My sisters heard

 me fall for you,

with fervor

 followed after.

 

I was a thick-skinned serpent

Writhing from the dust,

daylight burning my

 luring eyes.

My brother heard my bones,

Chased me with a sad smile

and tourniquet.

 

 I was a red pulpy apple

Rolling down the

Jill-no-Jack hill

at a summer day’s leisure.

Your probing fingers swept me

up despite my bruise.

 

I am a scarlet-cheeked tease

Buttoning my blue shirt up,

And up to my chin.

Craving buttons

 that will fall to the floor.

With one thought,

 without seduction,

 I fall from grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A outstanding poem. I like the word usage. A poem that brought me in and held me with your talent with words. So many lines I likes. Ending was very good to a very good poem.
Coyote