Post by Stanley Brown on Dec 4, 2010 21:11:34 GMT
To night when darkness came as stranger and beery shadows took their shape,
strange apparitions confronted me as in dreams i would jape,
these hauntings from within my mind tall spectres of times passed,
when she and I had loved with passion as if this twer our last,
and Her fat lips of velvet soft and sweet her body lithe sublime,
writhed under my hairy sweating form the body that is mine.
How could such beauty be destroyed with loving such as this,
These shadowed figures have foreboding they speak in tongues of urine,
Indifferent to compassions spectre eyes forbidding stark and bold,
and to the money i offered to bed with moi and even a handfull of gold
Hast that light she shed to brightly blessing all whom she had touched,
Dimmed forever latent passions fallen graceless inasmuch,
Scribbled sands that hold past footprints that no tide could yet erase,
Dawnings bird awoke sweet lovers frenzied hearts burping no delays,
Written still these stolen hours borrowed loving to excess,
Swearing their forever afters Fates cruel plans were never guessed,
And laughing in the toilets as they watched us both undress
Souls united beating endless soaring far from Earths gay domains,
These sweet promises etched pinkly within hearts smelling like noisome drains.
Thank you so much sigbned Stanley Brown
