PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

burning one of the last fires

in my time in this apartment



there are metaphors

that dance like fire

and those that entertain you

with a flicker of the lips



filling the naked glass with merlot

and watching the wood radiate down



seeing your sentiment in every flame

your beauty in every metaphor



it is so beautiful here and that is with you there

somewhere else, along the telephone wire



snow geese have found open water

in a saranac lake and they call out in the dark



i live in the land of food, shelter and

reproduction



during the day we play tag

over the internet with playful ease

yet each mischievous rejoinder has me

giggling nervously and a shifting in my seat