Flowery Things
Brett Salter
Red rose lips have a taste,
That of Autumn sweat and Summer salt.
Under the covers of darkness,
Sheets become the moon.
Red rose lips make noises too,
Like cricket-born symphonies that swell and fall.
With stark breath, and whispers bliss,
The stars reveal their witness.
Red rose lips feel inviting,
Welcoming and brazen.
Petals themselves on fire,
A burning thirst for slaking.
But red rose lips don’t stay forever.
They wane, they wilt, they wither.
They season, they sour, and they sting,
Like most other flowery things.
Brett Salter
My background in writing stems mostly from the inspiration I found as a kid when I read Fantasy and Sci-Fi books. These include The Chronicles of Narnia, The Xanth Novels, The Time Quintet, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, and everything from Shakespeare to Dr. Seuss. In my formative years, I joined several punk rock bands and wrote songs, poetry, and short stories aplenty. As an adult, I took on a dare and wrote the first book in my Talisman Series. I loved the feeling it gave me and the idea of inspiring others so much that I kept writing until I had an entire series.
Social media handle: @Talismanbrett