“Oh, I hear her voice as the cold winds blow
In the sweet music on my radio
Have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?” -Chi Lites


I love to see her walk to me
So naïve to her natural beauty
Oblivious to a world
Where…
All the men fall
All the women envy

As I sit and stare
I see a smoldering pyre
Given the right touch
A blow here
A stirring there
Heat turns to fire
Lighting the night
In a primal embrace

Lost in time, space and reason
The black hole of coition
Bodies stretched in singularity
Nothing to stop
A conscience
Stripped of reason

And then…
A worm hole ride
Opening to a new universe
Nothing looks the same
Everything has changed
And you ask
“What do we do now?”

Then I awake
The fire leaves my soul
She plays well her role
Of a friend who loves another

04/04/2007

Posted on 04/05/2007
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