Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Make me
in copper and bronze

The flash of sun
sparking from your skin
blinding and binding.

Intricate
the design of time

The way it carries us

Shifting and sifting through
the boundaries of skies

Pulling us through the eyes
of God

You stand on the foaming breakers
as they come to caress

A smile
of curling waves

And I am merely the late afternoon
falling
on your bare shoulders
warm and familiar

Copper and bronze
we melt
reshape
softly hammered
to delicacy
by the sun

9 comments:

burning moon said...

you're back!

And with a stunning poem!

'blinding and binding ... sifting and shifting ... softly hammered' wow ... stunning

Anonymous said...

Lovely write. I could feel the warmth of the sun just reading this.

Chris Never said...

Hello Moon *beaming smile*, I am indeed, and what a wonderful mood I am in *grins*.

Hope you have been well?

Hello Sandy *smile*, nice of you to drop by and have read, thankyou.

burning moon said...

Indeed ... I can positively feel the 'looney cheerfulness' vibes from here ... lol

how did you get on with that little holiday fantasy of floating in a pool with a big drink?

burning moon said...

oh, and how did the credit card hold up? *cheeky grin*

Chris Never said...

Pool was fabulous, the drinks were exotic,the food was wonderful, although I put on about 5 pounds in a couple of weeks lol, but Im already shedding them as we speak, doesnt take long once ya get back to work.

The credit card burst into flames before my very eyes *laughing*,but thats ok, I think everyone could safely say they had an absolute ball on this one *beaming grin*

Looney indeed, I am sparking energy Moon *bright eyes*, havent felt this amazing in eons, it is fantabulous,stupendous, and several other usus not mentioned lol.

burning moon said...

lol, well great! Sounds like you got just what you needed.

I'm taking a very brief day off from study to clean my house before I get back into it. What a pigsty!

I have two new guests as well so I'm very busy.

I'm glad you had a great holiday.

S.L. Corsua said...

And I am merely the late afternoon
falling
on your bare shoulders
warm and familiar


Ahh, I love that stanza. Very tender. The poem naturally caresses. ^_^ Thank you for sharing it.

Cheers.

Chris Never said...

Hiya Soulless, thankyou for dropping by for a looksee, glad you enjoyed the poem *smile*