Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Tonight my lips are burning

The sweet curry flame on my toungue
twisting its way through the depths
of a long remembered kiss

Tonight my heart is racing

The cool heavy air fills my lungs
leaving no room for regrets
in a lingering embrace

Tonight my soul is changing

No "puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche"
The very thought of you fills me with joy
and there is room for nothing else


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