burnt offerings
Posted to Poetry
by buddhabitch on 2002-02-18 09:02:00
you are my flame
my emcompassing fire
ashes to dust
no urn designs needed
years years years
flash by in a blurr
babies grown into men
still the flame burns
higher higher higher
worlds burning
darkness yearning
for the light
your day into mine
mine into yours
lifting my wings
with a power
nestlings pushed
fully fledged
flying free and clear
your strength solid
gentle caress
hard body slam
my soul yielding
a life together
forever knowing
