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Frank Cotolo Jan 2013
I felt the weight of the world
and carried it through a tunnel
with all my might
and there you were,
a bit beaten, a bit frightened
and yet ready to set your senses aflame
so I dropped the world
and embraced you.
Frank Cotolo Jan 2013
You look so deeply alive in red,
like a flame about to lose control.
There was a moment I saw you
kneeling, with your shoulders
steamingly smooth
and my desire was fuel
for the flame,
and I did not need to gather wood.
Frank Cotolo Jan 2013
These days that come like
a circus burning to the ground
and leave with ashes
on a clown’s lips
when the hot air of sunset
smells like smoke
and then there is a stillness
that rivals death
with an evening that is
silent because the
crickets dare not mate.

— The End —