Christopher Rossi

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

In my voice,
a conviction stability,
a dedication,
a sacrifice unrequited,
an eternal reach for decency.

In my heart,
a pressure uniformed,
a blood flow,
a purity,
a mortal love storm.

In my eyes,
a mirror pristine,
a secret,
a truth,
a promise of my loyalty.

In my soul,
emotion,
a romantic amour,
a lover,
a flame,
my sensual paramour.

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Occasional Lover

Her intellect driven,
melted chocolate drowning tongue.
Succulent splendor
too enjoyable to swallow.
Drooping sliding angel-gaze
mesmerizing wafer,
compacted sugar drug
hypnotizing love chase.
Daily Addiction, dissolving
companion of desire.
Not for hire
nor for sale,
our lust we will conspire.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Writer's Block V

So many people
dying,
breaking promises,
bleeding
dealing stealing,
gunshots to my right.
Not a soul,
blissful
loving caring,
meditating or controlled.
Alone at this desk,
a hot reckless mess of sweat,
hoping
praying wishing,
for
freedom
peace and respect.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Her Kiss...

Dampened delicate lily pedals
float
   upon
   thy
   cheek-
they mingle, dancing among my dimples;
forcing a gleeful grin of ecstasy.
Everlasting evidence of appreciated elegance,
the pedals
fall
   below
   my
   chin
and dangle on my necklace.
A solemn oath of love proven loosely by a touch,
like the roots that bind a willow tree to Mother Nature's cuff.
A touch so refined, a grasp of divine certainty-
blistering my lips is a perfect love,
undeniably.

Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Cottonmouth Announcement

A spotlight shining
down gives significance to my face
and draws attention to the beings among the dark surrounding space.
The microphone
a massive fit within my cotton mouth: my voice amplifies a welcome to the crowd with booming sound.
Too late now,
No turning back I preach my lines with charm
as every beady eye investigates my nervous calm.
Need for alarm; my sweaty palms collapse a desperate grip upon
the silent seated people unresponsive to my drum.
Rising from their seats,
they aim for their retreat-
FINE! turn your back on poetry
don't listen to my speech!

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Vampire

She breaths octane
gas polluting my heart,
and paralyzes my emotions,
love straining to restart.

Blue blistering toes,
pneumonia-driven prose,
she aches the bone inside of me
delivering a cold.

Moving towards
my aching soul,
she finds my
emptiness, tenfold.

Gaseous toxic dust
confides within my lungs,
her selfish evil breath fills me,
permanent distrust.

She drinks blood through
my straw-thin veins,
detracts my serenity;
swallows it all the same.

Disfigured masterpiece discharged
and broken on a hospital cart,
you're jealousy tears me apart,
I wait for the autopsy chart...

Christopher Rossi Jun 2010

Toxic Drift

Broken hearts are lost, confined and chained to the wall
by a chain link fence so sharp and strong;
disabling a soul from moving on.
Combustive beating heart,
distrusting evil ****,
she ****** me over and drifted away
like a formaldehyde ****.