Sunday, March 23, 2008

Richie's poem

The End of August

A sudden summer storm cooled the room, cool skin

begged for touch. Reflected light danced liquid

on bedroom curtains, fingers danced on skin.

We shared love slowly with Smoky singing

as high and sweet as sativa smoke.

My dumb prick can’t tell but eyes don’t lie.

Em ess pain

Disease dis-ease the destroyer of the moment

and our passions collapsed.

Death don’t wait in ambush, he drops by

us to pick on choice morsels.

I will serve a rich feast of delights

to be shared before they can be stolen.

I will defy him again and again

my love is stronger than death

and will be yours beyond pain.


Diane J Standiford said...

True love must rule the day---never MS. Poetry man...

Blinders Off said...

Beautiful poem :)