Pages

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Not so much a gamble more by way of chance

I am drawn to the risk
Led to her bed by brisk
Steps taken mistakenly
Veiled with uncertainty

Spawned by the miscellaneous
Frisked for signs of permanency

Crossing the lines
Drawing the blinds
Redefining the fines 
Drinking the wines

That fuel of the wilful crimes
The shear damned determinacy


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links