the desert of ice

i wanted him to know i was coming
i wanted him to feel the kiss of the frozen
the wind carried my scent to him
the heat evaporated in the desert of red and the clouds gatherd like an army ready to attack
the rain became snow and blanketed the desert
i walked among it uncold dressed in my blacks and blues
stars entangled in my hair, i was in my element
when the first of the snow fell he smiled in his way
knowing his lover of eternity was on her way
he enjoyed the cold, knowing the heat would follow between them as two souls collide
i walked near the black mountains
he kneeled to kiss my frozen hand
he rose to kiss me deeply so deeply a heat erupted into me, but the desert remains cold


carrie ann kawa   12/17/2008

this was written last year when the snow fell and i thought of my star crossed lover anaka and timothy
and i realized i put all of myself in my writing its an organic procces   auther conen doyle said it best when art runs through your blood what strange things it makes no truer words were paraphrased  people look upon my strangness as if someday it will change and i hate to tell them no it wont i choose to be me a smile a wink , when i ask if your ok i actully really care " wonderwall"  i know there are people that say it and dont care what you say but i do i find what comes out of you is intriging hence the craving to have an in depth conversation with you but alas i am venting but for you i will still keep it all odd and strange  : }
 cak   ; i walk when i dont know where to go and i talk when i have nothing to say i stop to play in the rain .