Tuesday, August 28, 2007

had i only known
it was merely a test drive
i might have not
handed you the keys
to my heart

~csr

Friday, August 24, 2007

cinders simply smoldering

while the brushwood

lays stacked in the shed

with

one venturing

to fuel the flames

the other hastily dowsing

although

not snuffing it out

no, not completely

not that last ember

rather

adding small bits

fruitless efforts

to tame the conflagration

however

flames such as this

cannot be kept as pets

like a candle on the mantle

and

the radiance

will not be tamed

it cannot be diminished

for

there is merely one shade

this timber burns

bright red

~csr

brandy makes me warm
as does the sound of your voice
seductive mixture

~csr

dark and cold basement
the cobwebs are everywhere
except on your lips

~csr

dark waves and lighting
wind sweeping my fears away
do i dare kiss you?

~csr

dark and cold basement
the cobwebs are everywhere
except on your lips

~csr

softly plucking strings,
waves of sound fill the night air,
drifting to your heart

~csr