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*Steamer rooms
Branded by the fire
the smoke entered
the room of love
where naked hearts
beat patina seconds
the walls wept with
rust and waves of
rivulets caressed
the cut where the
blade sought
dorsel dreams
and they met
while heaven drowned
and hell crept
the brands of light
falling like cries
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Comments
loved
Thu, 2011-02-03 20:23
beutifully crafted
i could never ever
compose such a poem
loved
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2011-02-04 03:35
Comme toujours c'est magnifique!
What a poem what a picture, what "innlevd"
inn-lived feeling of being there seeing
and smelling the fire's sparks.
Comme toujours c'est magnifique Steven.
Love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Fri, 2011-02-04 17:19
two minutes and falling
thank you all
I write for you
and write you
Your Poet Esker