Thursday, January 18, 2007

Conspire



Devouring kisses until Sun sunders.
     Pores pour to douse flames.


            Deep as coal fire,
        our eyes rouse sparks
       touch burns to conspire.





1 comment:

Beysshoes said...

Honestly David, I think your garden's overgrown here. (And mine, yes, is too sparse). That said, this is what I love in your passionate write:

Eating your kisses
'til I burst

Every pore
passes water
to quench
this fire

This Sun
Inside me

our eyes
house the burn
touch yearns
to conspire.