THE THIEF |
From what thread are these dreams spun?
That would fashion these tresses a web,To catch my breath.
Those gentle thieving arms open wide,To steal my all in starry spectrum.
Absolutes ebb.
Her eyes beco...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:43:00 PST |
THE LETTER |
There is a place where the world,is the whole of a fond memory.
Love is a page.
Dog eared and crease worn,from folding and unfolding.
Sniffed clean of the scent,except for hope.
And held close to the ...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:33:00 PST |
THE RISING |
A hot gust of wind.The nights moistness.
Fingers that toy with lust,Delight in pale flesh among delicious curves.
A smooth ivory throatYields to erecting breasts.
Felt on her flesh is the strain of am...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:26:00 PST |
THAT NIGHT |
wordless she suffers,wounded that he'd go.
a shudder of love for him,and no way to show it.
she worries and worries,and finds her heart unchanged.
over and over, when she sleeps.the butterfly's impris...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:09:00 PST |
INSIDE |
We stand on either side of
the chasm wide.
Stare from the parapets of our walls
built of pride.
Hearts for heavy weights we change,
as seasons shift and rearrange.
I remember the sweetness of the gent...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:01:00 PST |
THE PERIMETER |
Tears left trails of mascara,
leading from her eyes to where her heart had been.
Her pale, beestung lips had no more words to whisper.
Dreams she once clung to,
Now faded into vodka stained memories.
...
Posted by bryan on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 10:03:00 PST |
