Author: Pelgris
Sun held
No touch
No hand caresses
No arms hold
Thus the almost….
Almost palpable weight of heat
Pressing against flesh
Heavy
The only touch I know
Say I’m a lizard
To cover
The need
For you
For the twirls of fingers
Absentmindedly playing
For all the days of desire
Lost but for the sight
Of you
Split sky Chapter 2.1
Slow, pulling us forward
If it were as simple as sex
But I don’t know how to be easy
How to do uncomplicated
Wind my heart
In sympathetic binding
Draw you close
Hoping for more
Because less was never my forte
Always that extra step
Slow but forward
The maelstrom quiets
Waiting for response
Drowning out words
Borne of hope
In the tracery
Of eyes
Symphonies begin with a single note
Precision breaks down
Passion steals fire
Tendons writhe waking
Dreams
Inside
Two become whole
Surface from what was to
Shattered silence
Artless in frenzied glory
Panting breathe spilling out
Just begun
Let time stop
Waves and undulations
Wake tired minds
Demonstrate harsh lessons
In gentle bites
Hands making
What the foolish call sin
Lust wakes in the heart of love
Turn banked fires to lava
Inexorable
Until spent
Again and again
Skin and mind too sensitive to continue
Hold you close
Taste sweat
Quench thirst
Never enough
I am an obsession
I am an obsession
A candle made flesh
Fire builds to conflagration
Consuming
Consuming
Consuming
Until all flesh pulses
Desire waking
More
More
More
Never enough
Until all fuel is destroyed
And waking from the dream
Find myself alone
Bereft of her
Unable to see futures
Who would love destruction
Who would dare stand in fire
Split Sky1.3
Part 3-Merlin
Colors the mind sees, the eyes cannot
Days pass
Distance from the gravitic impression
Left by the indelible memories
Of holding you, your head on my shoulder
My head on yours
Smelling you under shampoo
Kisses to the top of your head
Clasping hand and kisses to palm
Memories burn like the sentinels of Gondor
Calling out
This distance between then and then
Making it harder to think
To breathe
Your anger
Your fury
Pointed as a sword to the sky
A call to arms
And I slip further into the chasm
Your blush
Your laugh
That impish smile
Brat tongue daring me to act
Fraying my control
And still
So close to frenzy
I wait
Calm
Storing those ideas
Those thoughts
Behind doors of stone
Waiting for the moment
When all will be
And like a never quenched torrent
Suffuse you
Wake and be mine
If only for a moment
Sands shift, reveal a garden
Split Sky1.2
Part 2-Templar Spokesperson
