[HopeandGlory]

Whew!!! . . .
You keep pouring coals on this fire,
fanning the flames of my desire,
with this trains hurling down the track,
the furnace will blow its stack.
Oh heck, who cares?
Just keep on shoveling!!! . . . ;-)

[HopeandGlory]

Spotsy's Lament

I mix, I whip, I beat
that batter.
I pour, I wait, I flip
onto the platter.
My slimming pancakes
won't make you fatter.
So I'm a little late sometimes,
that shouldn't matter!!!
Why is everybody always
picking on me?
Bwaaaaaa!!!

rim 10/4/05 ©

[WayzataJOHNN]

"Whew!!! . . .
You keep pouring coals on this fire,
fanning the flames of my desire,
with this train hurling down the track,
the furnace will blow its stack.
Oh heck, who cares?

Just keep on shoveling!!! . . . ;-)"


OK


Love by the Fire

She lay upon a hearth rug,lit by glowing coals the color of Love’s Rose,
her skin was as alabaster, washed in the light of Mars.
A flawless ruddy statue of Woman At Rest, in graceful curves of repose,
illuminated by her inner fire, echoing through her, like notes on a soul sitar.

Her hair flung back in that last act of release,
her eyes close in reflex as nerves are lovingly rasp.
Breath still surged to demands of her needs toward peace,
her body more alive then her mind can grasp.

Falling through her clouds of timeless tumbling mist,
into a deep and silent sea of complete peace.
She surrenders to the final act of our gentle tryst,
and we are finally sundered by that shattering release.