Friday, November 04, 2005
Ms. Placed Energy
I can remember the day well,
When mango blossoms turned to soot,
And the roasting fever like fire,
Took hold of all underfoot.
The air smelled putrid and corrupt,
And the pale-light forgot to show,
Through the blackest and darkest night yet,
Your shiny assassin all aglow.
His edges dulled my dark felt,
And the flames of our passion flare too far to sustain,
But please, regret not our intent,
Focus not, on the swet pain.
The pain of being with you, still a memory,
A bristled thorn in my mind and yet,
The chorus of friends, a euphony,
Singing of things we shouldn't forget,
Quickly soothes and then,
Sleep...
A drift net,
Cathches,
Up with me.
...written Fall 2002....
-kisses
// posted by Baby Blue Lee @ 10:12 AM 
