Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Do you remember
our first embrace?
The first time our hands clasped,
our eyes met,
and sacred fire burned between us?
When did the last embers of that fire die?
Did Hephaestus not approve of our spark?
Or, did we deny his mandate,
and pervert nature for a bitter end?
The cold is more than I can endure
the chill bites at my face and tortures me.
When the thaw is refreezing
-Let our lips meet and melt the ice
or let lust extinguish the flames of love...