Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Brown bottom sonnet

There almost always was time
Parade rest bottom shop
Love got behind in its conquests
Fool full out
There was always
Never anything like this
No time
Since the end
In my sleep I caress you
Restless to wake
See that room
We have long since smiled
We moved
And are dead


Sue hardy-Dawson said...

an imagined moment or lost opportunity, an old love in dreams, whistful and illusive, but why brown bottom I'm intrigued

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! One of the best things about being older (maybe the only good thing) is looking back and seeing how beauty opened door and windows in your life. How I love those people, how wonderful they have been, and, altough it is different than it once was, how precious is and was their love!