Black Fire

So I have settled on what I think will be the final title for my current piece in progress. The new title for “The Red Dress” is:

“Black Fire”

The only question is should it be “Black Fire”, “Blackfire”, or “BlackFire”?



Ursus Demens

There are Sakura

In she walks
at quarter past nine,
late again.

Her red dress
in the right places
Oh so tight.

on her lips
a lit cigarette
and a smile

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.

from my glass
the tinkle of ice
and Bourbon

Her soft lips
brush against my cheek,
the smell of Chanel

Her soft voice
the music of the spheres
to my ears

falling tears
and a soft low sigh,
an ill omen

as I drink
in the deep twilight
I can see
there are Sakura
falling in the breeze.

Summer heat

Summer heat
in early morning
starts my day.

Do I dream

Do I dream
naugth but emptiness,
rising smoke

Rising smoke

Rising smoke
from her cigarette,
an ill omen.

Listen to

listen to
naught but emptiness
and silence.

Falling tears

falling tears
the pulse of her heart
memories

Sakura

Sakura
falling in the breeze.
Life goes on

In the dark

in the dark
a single candle
lights the way

Smell of salt

smell of salt
sand between my toes
sound of waves.

Soft moonlight

Under soft moonlight
she walked across the garden
and into the woods

taste of salt

taste of salt
shooting tequila
sting of lime.

dawn

dawn comes
bringing summer heat,
yellow sun

Until

until the
moon brought silver light
to the yard

her face

the blackness
of wintertime night
hid her face

Bourbon

from my glass
the tinkle of ice
and Bourbon

Chanel

Her soft lips
brush against my cheek,
the smell of Chanel

At twilight

At twilight
rain began to fall
on the hills.

In she walks

In she walks
at quarter past nine,
late again.

Her red dress
in the right places
Oh so tight.

on her lips
a lit cigarette
and a smile

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.

Her soft voice
the music of the spheres
to my ears

She

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.