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This page was last updated on February 18. 2008
Copyright February 2001 - 2008
Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by
Dena L. Moore.
Come Fire, Hail, Brimstone…
Your eyes, how they melt me,
All my defenses - gone…
My crystal cathedral shattered,
You ripped open Pandora’s box - my secrets
Tumbled into your open arms…
Your light upon my face, it warms me,
Those silly words so often uttered, the jokes
Which tease the senses…and the memories,
Our stolen moments…
The coals still glow fiercely amidst the ashes,
The house burnt and yet the foundation remains,
The seed we’ve planted germinates beneath the soil -
Come fire, hail, brimstone…high winds, a flood…
Your eyes, how they melt me,
Your light, fiercely golden,
That touch…your lips…your hands in my hair…
Our stolen moments keep me strong,
Our memories, the forbidden kisses,
The fire - our fire - will burn away the bindings,
We will free your Spirit,
We will be together,
In Life, or in Death…
Dena L Moore
January 21, 2008