me up
the brass, high class,
then down with a slow sound,
in the cig fog susseration,
take five
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me up
the brass, high class,
then down with a slow sound,
in the cig fog susseration,
take five
Take five
minutes, roll 'em
up in a ball and give
'em a toss into tomorrow.
Bonus!
I like this one, CR!
Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
Bonus!
in tomorrow
your five minutes are there
waiting in the air, besure to
catch it
(thanks, FF!)
Catch it
and secure it
for found time is easy
to waste on necessities, not
pure joy
pure joy-
found time wasted
thinking of castles, kings,
metaphors and other things-to
daydream
cat tales
to warm our hearts
huddled around the fire
telling stories, one by one, as
we sip
Dang, your fast Reader! (and good)
Here's the original:
Pure joy
when found time finds
you-whole days wasted on
metaphors, similes, little
cat tales
we sip
and we chat, free
of constraints, friends from far,
now sharing a bottle of fine
Merlot
Merlot
the hour grows
late, the moon sets; neither
our thoughts or our glasses run dry
to us
to us
the world spins on
an unequal axis,
wobbling in a crazy tilting
pattern
pattern
descends from the
sky and transforms into
an hour-glass figure of love
so sweet.
so sweet
peach juice dribbles
into my palms, down to
my elbows, into my lover's
sweet mouth
sweet mouth
honey sweet words
trickling like dew drops from
rose petals make the moth whirl round
the lips
the lips,
soft burnished rose,
that elate with their smile
and furnish the laugh which infects
my own.
my own
heart is not my
own anymore; it sides
with the one who has stolen it
how sad!