Poem

I blew her a kiss

I blew her a kiss when the morning's old,
when daisies are not yet and the winter bold,
her long legs wrapped up in the virgin nest,
twilling in delight, spinning a blithe beck.

I blew her a kiss then i caught a cold,
drew my sword and swept the blood.
Her orchid arms and her steady eye
wounded my heart and witnessed my fall

I blew her a kiss can't remember why
If there's a reason it's been lost sometime
habits of a golden age or a lover's use
carried through the years like a pledge of youth

I blew her a kiss I'd never recall
if love is fighting then our love is gold
tainted of silver and our origami souls
only blow kisses when the morning's old


13.11.08

DCW