Gershwin/cole porter eat your heart out... |
I've never dreamed a dance so sweet in slumbered times of summer
Nor complacent streams of sun shine beams, falling onto favored lovers.
For your eyes gaze and your lips do taste of wine, oh sweet lo...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:21:00 GMT |
lily |
if lilies could speak,they would have your honey voice. Dipped in cream and velvet,your petal fingers wave in the breezeupon my breath.Long and slender is your stem,curving with the sun.A delicate pri...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 09:23:00 GMT |
rose |
seeing a rose before the bloomopening slowlyshedding the dew from your petalslike tears rolling down your facethe sun rising on the new day that brings your blossomeach fold intertwined with each othe...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 22:36:00 GMT |
weight |
weight.its something you pile on:pebblebypebble. Stone by stone you don't notice it.It's only when you look down that you topple,and bobble the load upon your back.And that what is amazing - truly luc...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 19:07:00 GMT |
prometheus |
my lips are burning too loverwith each snow shower melted upon them,of days that they do not touch yourscold and deadwithout your firemy lips melt the snow at the mere mention of your flameoh, only to...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 15:32:00 GMT |
constrains |
bountiful loveas my heart describes youbut no written word shall hold meno scribeno pennot the iambic pentameternot the love linked coupletsfor inked within my soulare your initials deep and truewritt...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 15:09:00 GMT |
Flash bulb |
I'm not used to seeing you sad.Any other photographer wouldn't see your slow stifiling smile and tired holding eyes.I want to rip off your mask behind the lense. But there's not oneThing i can do abou...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 09:04:00 GMT |
bedtime stories |
LoveSleep well in gilded fire and rainthose elemental things we need for stranger dayswhen pain shall try to tempt us.Fly into my arms and rest on branches soft and low,where fruit hangs on shallow br...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 23:22:00 GMT |
I'm Here... |
In darkened rooms where monsters play,you are the lightthat stays my shaking hand."i'm here" in voice so sweet, that wine drips from its finished ink stroke when written down. But to hear you in my b...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 13:22:00 GMT |
Covered up in... |
It starts at the tip of the flesh. First warm, then hot, then heat. Dripped on tongues, Sung from lips afire, From worlds of time past. It starts with a seed, Spreading and opening you. Pores...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 07:21:00 GMT |
