Poems from troubled hearts

Cold Cold, dark Pre-dawn, Cold Shivering and shaking Two move together to become one Warmth slowly begins Stirring, craving Skin on skin, breath on breath Passion and flame Rhythm and motion Friction in harmony Pre-dawn turns to twilight Light filtering in. Love captured in emotion and flesh Break of dawn Blinding light Release Ecstasy and fulfillment The moment over But the feeling remains Forever.

With eyes so full of red and hate, I can't but wonder what you ate. Could it be that green old pie? Perhaps it was my real good lie.