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:

  1. 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.

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