Waiting to Ignite |
In this silent sojourn, I reacquaint my
knees with the earth, in
nebulous recollection
of that first dusk...in his arms.
Wistful; I am
wet with precipitation, recall the drift...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jun 2009 21:50:00 GMT |
Girl Interrupted |
Girl InterruptedGirl interrupted; the label carved to my insides,a tandem reality, censured blossoming.Sentient spirit...faded before due time,threadbare as the hand-me-downsI would proscribe to t...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
Opus of Days Death |
black become theends of days, Icall to flesh...the moon; her softambient whisperundermines the darkness thatspills to alledges of nightIcannot, will not deny theopus filtered through scrimuntil I am a...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:37:00 GMT |
Rustic |
Rustic
Long the days burning&
summer licks the skin golden,
hungers for that wet kiss of sea
that haunts in refrain,
it sings to the shore, of
white horses
that rush the altar...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 16:25:00 GMT |
Against the half light |
Against the half lightLet me lay herewith back protected,pressed to this earthen bedas my eyes take inin the brooding skyof discontentI, ever thankful for the feel of itLet me seehow lazily it all dri...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:13:00 GMT |
Just right |
Just righthe is lovecoffee picassowritten to warm curvesand swirledjust rightcalligraphyto cinnamon skinhis art wornin fever pitchtheir quickening steams glass© Sasha 09
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:01:00 GMT |
crash and burn |
crash and burnThe horizon burnswith lost dreamsflames that spill across the eyesthe sun falls to waterand to the windwardwe racereckless foolsdetermined to prove the world round© Sasha 09
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:57:00 GMT |
of promises |
of promisesit rains; this gloamingwrites itselfto the flesh of daysan abstract mistholds timein its clutchespromises poetryin its dusking breathmoments that fallas droplets pooling in a thirsty inkwel...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:45:00 GMT |
In Full Voice |
In Full VoiceSoft, my waking spiritbreathes poetic refrainas nature's choir singsa summer shimmering cicada chorus ringsSoft, my waking spiritcalled to rise from slumberAurora, in full voiceurgent, he...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 12:56:00 GMT |
the poetry of rain |
the poetry of Rainshe is the raging summerthe hot windthat tangles his hairthe burning kissthat dances the upcurveof his mouthhe is cotton candy cloudsthat stretch and yawndrifting across herwaking fo...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 12:49:00 GMT |
