Fireplace

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited November 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Roaring warmth
yeah
it's on fire

Sparks burst, jumping like the sun
on July 4th

Brick stone enclosure
Softly dreamy she lay still
In these eyes
she's lost with these eyes

Touching her flame
glowing dancers balance
across molten silk

Like a feather kisses the wind
she's wings of lightning
exploding

Her dripping candied fiery dew
sends the inflamed log into explosions
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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