james marx - poetry

what I write is fiction, what you read in it is the truth.

 

poetry

haiku

short stories

about

 

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Smoke of my fire,

Drifting thin wisps.

A languorous dance,

With sinuous twist.

 

Red-hot eye coals,

Glowing at night,

Beating of heart,

Lost in the night.

 

Smelling of roses,

Soft fragranced touch,

Breathing on skin,

Wanting you much.

 

Becoming now one,

Forever is long,

Together no fear,

I am your song.

 

 

copyright JD Marx 2012