Tears From A Flame - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Open Poetry #49

Tears From A Flame

Mr Martini
Member
Posts 366
Beneath The Line

0 posted 2015-11-23 05:00 AM

My love lies sleeping
Silent candle wax weeping
Into pools of dreams

Staring from a door
At the one I once adored
I creep to her bed

Stirring at my touch
Though it never meant that much
With a hush she sleeps

Slowly I withdrew
Straight from Saks Fifth Avenue
My gift of fine silk

Twisting and turning
A fulfillment of yearnings
Nothing but the best

For her last hurrah
A merciful coup de grâce
A fine-honed dagger

A scent of remorse
Soon after the deed of course
An expected high

A lady in red
Never rising from her bed
Bears notice in time

My love lies dying
The candle wax now crying
Pooling tears of blood

Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me!

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2015-11-23 06:22 AM

Mr. Martini,
This poem is a perfect example of why you are alone at Xmas. Maybe you should give up daggers for the Holidays.

~L Nice pic

Mr Martini
Member
Posts 366
Beneath The Line

2 posted 2015-11-23 05:36 PM

Give up my finest Wilkinson steel cutlery Lori Rhoden? Whatever would I carve up my holiday meat with?

Then there is my downstairs landlady. She has a most appealing sardonic grin about her. Perhaps an early visit will solve things for me.

Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me!

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.