Mar 22 2006


Published by at 3:11 am under Poetry

by Sander Roscoe Wolff
3/11/06 3:02 PM

Burn in amber language
Acidic sparks explode
Wonderment cracks a code
Bent by my desire

Burn the fire down
Round turns back again
Pens point and write
The brightness

Crackle snap crack
Don’t lay on my back
Look me in the eye
And say you love me.

Burn your clothes
Run naked through the grass
The sun shines on your skin
Lets begin!

Turn a phrase, a phase
Of endless expansion
Tension released
The beast slumbers
In the ashes.

In the morning
dewdrops glisten
on your eyelashes and nipples.
I wait for you to wake.

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