Biography of Crystal Rosser
I am a lover of words, expression, and communication. My hope is to share this passion with the world and unite the world through the subtle graces of love and literature.
Crystal Rosser Poems
I part with my heart set neatly upon the table; A salami pricker beside it, I part with the clothes still hanging damp On the line
In The Shape Of Winter
In a curl, I have met the calm of my winter, Underneath raw, midnight skies And through moonlight and trees, Opalescent reflections and linear auras.
Behind My Eyes
Behind my eyes, I begin to see you, love Through the thick haze of darkness How deeply I long for your hands grasping And your lips sweeping.
What becomes of a moony mind? Entombed, in a hardened case — Warmth kept from light — Spoiling in a jar —
Wandering Through The Wreckage
I see your rage, Like taillights in the distance, And purple mountains crashing, In a thick void.
When I Think Of You
When I think of you, I think of your skin As hard, sleek leather, As soft as a cloud,
The crow, he's reminding me Of a rain coming, and yesterday, Yesterday, a whisper of a friend, Her favorite color, purple
To Love Gentle Sunlight
When you know, let your spirit soar, Soar with the wind, and let it Move, move through the trees, and let it Dance, dance through the leaves.
In The Silence Of Lovers
Two pairs of eyes, circling deeply Into the depths of a flame, Their eyes wandering In enlightenment, alluding to intentions.
I Want The Night
Who roams inside my dreams, I whisper, Who thieves through my nights- Like a subtle, distant thunder, it is him- He, who surrounds me, and I-
Lilacs And Love
Simple, yet vivid, Long dried up and livid; These gentle lilacs, I crush and I bruise, In my bare hands, they ooze.
She melds within the clock's red midnight ticking-that fair, almond-haired bitch And the old rabbit fancies to run white with her, wildly a-gloom. She lost herself in the great heaps of timber and fire storm; fret naught of the night
Valentine's Day For The Birds
Every bird, come and Choose your mate; Fill your bellies with song, Chocolate truffles, and wine.
Hither I am, love Hear mine amorous song; Gather thy twigs, and Perch drunkenly upon mine heart.
The Passing Time
I feel your cold back turn upon me, and still
I remember the warmth in your eyes,
The ease of your shadow, filling
An empty space between us, I could linger
There in the passing with you.
I swallow each step you take,
Further and further away from me, I love
Know you better,