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C Rosser Feb 2010
The welcome warmth
of an old companion
to bask in the pleasure
of good company
to laugh, to smile
to reminisce on times gone by
to drink, to eat
to exchange glances
to sift stories
to consume
this is how time flew by
this is why I smiled.
C Rosser Feb 2010
I am lost
the way is dark
the light bleeds away
cut by pain that you inflict
with your lack of words
and your uncaring silence
I am lost
adrift in a Cimmerian sea
of tears, clinging
to a dissolving raft of hope
which breaks as I sigh.
I am lost
no one to find me
cast out
in tenebrous silence
gouged and set aside.
I am lost
I am lost.
C Rosser Feb 2010
The dark road rushes by
the lights dim in this hour
just before dawn,
before the day renews
the wind is whispering in my ears
chilling my bones
playing on my skin
"Winter comes, say goodbye to warmth."
"Say goodbye to love and welcome melancholy"
mine eyes fill with tears
the heart is heavy
Who am I to argue
with the unmovable?
I accept the blame
I accept my fate
I freeze
I am frozen
and I ride on
in the lightening gloom.
C Rosser Feb 2010
Mercy is a many splendored thing
What would it build?
What won't it bring?
Joy, sorrow, pain or fruition
incarnadine love
or tenebrous loathing.
C Rosser Feb 2010
The grey road flashes by
as I travel this road
of life and its happenings.

The silken and rough mosaic
of events that define me
of life and its happenings.

The plain and rough time
of the unknowns, the unexperienced
of life and its happenings.

The pain and joy, the pleasure and sorrow,
the desire and horror await me
of life and its happenings.
C Rosser Feb 2010
The touch of his hands
on my heated skin
like silk on satin
as our bodies merge.
Deep kisses, an inhalation
of his essence.
an annihilation of sense
as he takes over my soul.
C Rosser Feb 2010
Waiting for the train to arrive
to return us to reality.
Waiting for the pleasure of your touch
to stop.
Waiting for your lips to touch mine
if ever.
The shock, the joy
as your mouth descends to mine.
The duel of mouths, tongues, skin
soft touches without.
The delirium and pain as we part
never to indulge again.
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