I don’t remember the color of the walls
in the room where we first spoke,
but I do know the color of the glove
I left in your car so I would see you again–
dangerously red and obvious,
dark as a lipsticked kiss
staining a white shirt collar, evidence of sin.
***We are writing letters at dVerse today.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
oo la la….obvious as the red lipstick on the white shirt…evidence of sin…this is hot…ha.
very nice.
Hee, hee. Thank you!
I don’t come here often enough these days. Love your work.
Oh, thank you!
Whew, this packs a poetic punch, Susan!! Of course it would be a RED glove as well. Funny how certain things are accidentally left behind at times…………..
Hee, hee… Accidentally on purpose, for sure! Thanks so much for reading.
What an image, dangerously red & obvious ~ An evidence of sin for sure ~ Good one Susan ~
Ah, thank you Grace (blushes).
ha… what a fun read.. the color of seduction and love… am still smiling, and blushing a bit as well. 🙂
Hee, hee–thank you!
Wicked little scheme! But it seems to have worked.
Smiles. It did.
Ha ha…love this. Very clever on both poem and plot! 🙂
Oh, thank you! I was a devious woman, once upon a time 😉
I really like this, Susan!
Thank you, Laurie!
A cheeky move with that red glove! Great poem 😊
Thanks, Rowan. I was a cheeky girl 😉
Now, I am a cheeky woman!
uuuuhhhhh…this is dangerous good write…smiles
THanks so much! So glad you liked it, Claudia!
fantastic!
Thank you!
oh, wicked cool. love the ‘red sins’ displayed here… hope you got your glove back – and some… heh.
Oh, I definitely did 😉
ha! awesome.
Saying it like it is. Secrets of the young lass can be interesting to see. Often times the boy had wished he would find the glove. It made things a lot easier! Great write Susan!
Hank
Thanks, Hank 😉
The trick worked for me…
such a sexy little note – love the red glove and lipstick – smile – K
Aw, thank you, Kathleen!
Of course the glove would be red……….I can see it! Love the closing lines especially.
THanks, Sherry. It had to be red—and those gloves were.
Small note, speaking red hot volumes!!
Thanks, Rhonda–I had more, but deleted it when I realized the poem was actually in my last two stanzas 😉
Ah leaving a glove on purpose… that’s a great story… and I can also read some sadness that it’s over….
Thanks, Bjorn–maybe a little sad,but not really. This happened years ago 😉
There’s an understated sassiness, determined, hopeful. LIke.
THanks, Nelle!
I love when you give a surgically clean slice of life in such a few words like this.
Thank you, Alice. It was longer in my draft, but I had no need of what was cut 😉
That’s you. The happy slicer! 😉
Hee, hee. Susan the mandoline. Or mandolin. No–one’s the instrument, the other the slicer–I have no clue which is which 😉
The slicer. Wafer thin slices you can read through.
Ohhh–I like to do that with zucchini. Makes a marvelous salad… But I am paddling away happily on a segue…
Love it. You always manage to say so much in so few words – that’s a talent. You often remind me of Lydia Davis in that way.
Oh, goodness, thank you!
Oh my this is amazing writing Susan. Your writing is always a delight – but this one is sparkling in all the right places!
Stephen, thank you! I am now as red as that glove…
Who needs walls when you have a red glove? Love the laser-focused detail.
Aw, thank you!
Oh, it sends delicious shivers up my spine.
Thanks, Rosemary!
Susan, LOVE the imagery of the “dangerously” red glove left behind… wickedly fun. A small poem of a heart aching for what’s next. This was a wonderful read. Amy
Amy, thank you! It was a fun memory…
Kerpow.. So strong woman. Loved the dark sinful sultriness
Aw, thank you, Audra!
dangerous games. a powerful punch
It was a great game…lasted a while.
wow, Susan, wow. Those first moments! How we recall and relive details from them! Great poem! The second stanza swims in mischief and steals the innocence of the first! 😉
Oh, I like how you worded that, Noel 😉
Awesome! 😀
Thank you, Shanyn.
Beautifully composed, Susan. Memorable. Physically memorable.
That’s funny, I remember leaving something of the same hue between the sheets of Boyfriend’s bed when I flew back home the first time 😀
Hee, hee. Great minds think alike. I am guessing yours was not a glove though 😉
Not exactly…:D