life
Our death does not crawl
it chases mercilessly
fountain of youth lied
posessions
my fields, my mountains
mine mine mine See all touch nothing
my souless kingdom
lust
taste won't quench desire
heat stains ***** like red cedar
blood stains innocence
Longing
A rose kissed by dew
Unless living in love's eyes
no life has meaning
Pinnacle
to be the best rose
one must smooth the thorns,stand tall
bloom and block the sun
demented
Dark lips and eyes shine
dark thoughts meld with needs afire
ever in death held.
For Atul :)'