Monday, April 13, 2009

An Angels Fire

By Cordell Rich

this night will hold regret
black and buring with desire
tangled in linens and sweat
set by an angels fire.

Let me Atone

By Cordell Rich

what do I want from you
somehow I though you knew
before you said were through
that I want all of you

I want your heart and mind
that little cute behind
your hazel eyes so kind
whatever else I find

I love yous on the phone
the quite nights at home
soft moments spent alone
please let me atone