it was the season of fire we sat quiet in the burnt wind the singed moon was dark as a raven's eye it was a traitor's moon you held a secret like a poker hand your lies undetectable as a land mine we bought magic mushrooms and hallucinated paradise the blue evening turned velvet indigo lingered like unspoken hope a handful of stars dusted the sky but none of the constellations were right incense perfumed the air your voice made me drunk sun-warmed and hypnotic like a hand between my legs i was helplessly intoxicated your murmured words of love were my lullabies i was half a planet away floating in a turquoise sea dancing by moonlight to lurid guitars in a far-away kingdom of shadows scented like fire i hungered for you i wanted you to hold me and make me real but there was a calm that wasnt quite sane cool and sad, you were trained on some distant horizon i closed my ice-blue eyes and watched the tiny jeweled dancers they took me away and spoke to me in languages that had no words as they gyrated to the music of lover's voices in the dark my dreams were left on the glass where your lines just were and i was ashamed as chains were ashamed of their prisoners and shadow puppets performed for the gods of chance
thank you...i appreciate your comments as always ripple... i know there were others that read this...what do you all think?
OMG...hi...*waves frantically*...thank you very much...i always enjoyed your poetry too...it was always so smooth...now that i know who you are, i will look for you when i am in here!
