The soft gentle press of your lips
The touch of your hands
My hands through your hair
The gentle curve of your neck
The soft mound of your breast
The hairs on your arm shivering
the taste of you on my tongue
The smell of you lingering in my nostrils
Your moans
Your breathe catches
Your exhilaration
Your pleasure at my mercy
Your dirty mind
Your sweet dreams
Your desires fulfilled
Your hungers satisfied
Your screams of my name
You
In the spaces you are, I find joy. Your smile upturned, makes my heart beat faster, and only restraint keeps me from kissing you.
I want you as one cast out who seeks redemption in your heaven.
Even my private sanctuaries are empty without you. I am not unaware of your broken places. I merely see them as the first flowers of beauty.
My ability to contain myself is coming to a ragged end. I must speak, even in this obscure forum, else lose my heart completely.
Scarves whirl about her
Chaotic, frenetic smile
Sweet blood, lost pattern
Soft light, raven lands
Twisted limbs reaching to sky
Reaching for love flown
Truth shifts and in the shifting,
tilt axis,
reveals the false flame of a love still burning.
Unreasonable and unrequited,
which on surface purity bend,
but on the making reveal revolution.
Bound desire to be desired where hope slinks,
carmadine gaze,
slick surface of dramatic turn.
But in the question we are free.
Free to fall, free to fail
Only cold burn to entropy’s lips
A kiss passionate and yearning
But slanderous tongue in rage
Bit back depredation, drawn blood
The taste of copper course down throat
Made thick with words unsaid
Lies made tangible by omission
What tears and mind do portend
What shallow reckoning
With speed of sorrow do forfend
This essence flickering
As the candle gutters out
Of your guiless sibilance
Do memories of love show rout
False flag fails fair remembrance
Romance dies ere it lived
A tragedy looking back
But heart still loves, still yearns, still bled
So mind must follow though it knows better than to chase it’s lack
Oh, silly heart, with rhyme you seek but Piercing veil with naught to speak
She doesn’t see you, doesn’t want you
It’s time to walk away
I’m a madness, a slow infection burn
Fingertips dip through flesh
Trace nerve endings, drawn ragged breathe
And the sad whimpering ache of times passing
The steady beat of a heart unseen
Give rapid pulse of shy ivory
Sinking down quiescent
Last dream of departed sun
Quick breathe held
Pains grasping hand reaching
Sleep soundly now
Now done with seeking
Fear’s choice made mock
Slow path agonizing set to rot
Soft strains of Danse
Fading
When the morning dawns
quiet breathing unlaboured
Your heat calms my heart
I’m a dark dream.
I shine in spectrums felt more than seen. Sing with voice deep,
full of pain and promise.
Dance with abandon,
scream to the stars
and drink deeply from the hallows of the world.
I stand sentinel over the broken.
I am the solace of winter silence.
The fury of the storm.
I am the hush of sun’s slow dying.
I send you He Who Walks Between, He Who Watches.
I send you the dream of darkness turning.
The softness of storms ending.
The rush of Springs beginning.
Know this and know you are home
Pelgris 