Monday, June 05, 2006

This is an older poem, but I love it

I guess it's probably not that cool to say you love your own poem? Oh well ...

the rise and fall


my zippers fall like angels, like stars

my hand folds into yours
silk in a pleat

falls into yours like light
into the mouth of a tunnel

my shoulder rises against your lips
a dove winging home

a white veil lifted
for a kiss

I lift my mouth for your kiss
lift my hopes one last time

like a dying man's wish


©burningmoon

8 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

It is a beautiful poem, and I do not see anything wrong with liking or loving one of your own poems, they come straight from you, love yourself, love your poetry,
love the world

the universe

the infinite infinity of endless
diversity


I may be spinning out of control lol.

4:54 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, oh dear ...

bloody hippies!

5:28 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

*singing loudly*


With pretty flowers in her hair

flowers everywhere

I love the flower girl
she seemed so sweet and kind
she came into my mind

To my
to my miiiiiind

I just had to say

hello!!!

hello hello

she smiled up at me

and all that I could see
was some little flowers in her hair

And I knew

I knew
I knew

she could make me happy

happy

happy

little flowers in her hair

flowers everywhere!!!!!


I feel quite ill now rofl

I must lie down

5:38 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

LOL! I like that song!

6:11 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

oh now thats just tragic lol, it was a hit in like 1965 ...

the Cowsills wasnt it?

something like that

and you call me a hippy LOL

Ha I say

*grin*

6:14 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

cheeky shit.

The sun is shining here for the first time in days, and I'm trying hard to write my stupid essay lol. It's due on Friday and I'm sooooo far behind!

I have a hundred loads of washing on the line because the weather has been so foul.

6:27 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

I think it was the Cowsills yeah. What a stupid name huh? I always think of cowpats when I hear it

6:28 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

we have been shrouded in mist for days lol

toss everything in the dryer, sure, it shrinks, but it comes out all fluffy and warm and snuggly lol

And do your essay, I shall go quiet so you can get on with it.

Cowsills, totally stupid name,but its the name of a flower isnt it?

I think so

be good

:)

6:37 PM  

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