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 The Castle blue is a color, of vivid cool water, crimson the flag, that flies from my castle, green are the leaves, of the crown in her hair, gold for my lover, blood for my lover, all for my lover, who whispers in darkness, forever the ocean, of touches , of feeling, the contours , my lover's, body, feel of her heart, beating against me, intimate closeness, infinity when she whispers, "I love you" leaving sparks, and quiet lightning, cascading and arcing, my mind alight. but black is a heart, torn and bitter, hidden in shadows, an enigma wanders, where lonely winds howl, grey against silver, clouds and horizons, flames and destruction, blood in deep crimson, the flag on my castle until the echoes, return, return to remind one, that blue is a color of cool vivid water, a place where my lover, wears gold crown and crimson, her voice is cool water, her touch a blue echo, of wanting so vivid, her contours in detail, a map to my castle, a star set to guide me, though gulfs in the darkness the meaning of oneness burns though the darkness fading the moments remembered deep crimson infinity By Chris D'Alessandro THE WAR STORM Rain on the window its dark outside and my mind is spinning a thousand times a second and I realize its dark in my room Time has passed by leaving me with seconds only seconds left before I must answer the warlords' call time has passed by, to say the things unsaid or try to say the things lest they stay unsaid But its hot outside and the clouds are thick black cotton choking the sky talking in garbled whispers and rumor choking my mind with their windswept secrets trying to swallow the minutes, into the darkness as the rain streams by And I'm choking on sand waiting for the thunder and the lightening to strike the cries of war and panic to rise Mars ascends to his throne and before us the enemy The rain on the window then tender your kiss as I close my eyes Mars sleeps, sated and tired you warm, next to me as the storm subsides Chris D'Alessandro |
Igloo memories made of powdered sugar formed with molds of glass hung by cobwebs in an igloo beneath the desert sun
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