Autumn

she changes like the weather, a perfect frosted spring, sunlit morning turned 

to evening alongside summer's melted stream. Rescue her, a heavenly save to

her needs - the pear tree dropping apples, defying gravity like romance, where no

cliché takes over the time in this town. You always talk of understanding, her you did

when no one else could unveil thick ivory, laced and silk, only drowning glimpses. She caught your breath between her teeth, and then again last night.   

Reviews

[Crowley]

playing things against things, phrases against phrases, hammering a glowing image out of contradictory prose and making it beautiful. Cool stuff....

[Nobody.]

Really like this one. the juxtapositions of phrases pull me in and the descriptions hold me.

good stuff dude!

Cheers!