How easy to go to sleep
when you were at arms distance
An unknown and on a pedestal,
so much easier to think the possible and not act,
TO regret nothing having done nothing

How easy to sleep
when insecurities walk hand in hand with hope
poisonous hope, which promises what might be while
his buddy insecurity holds you back from what it would be

Shocked awake, I now have trouble sleeping

Love is a rose dying
A shadow fading
A moment faltering, failing
And disappearing with the dawn

Oh my morrigan, these long years gone
I trip through my paces
Falling down the cracks of masks created
Slipping into memory

There is a piece of me that delights in destruction and revels in carnage.

That is triumphant in the destruction of innocence and the burning of hope.

That flairs brightly in the pain of others and wants nothing more than to burn the world to ash.

For the flames are warm and dance so prettily.

 

 

2 poems for Fridays Post.  All my poems are not titled.  I want my audience to read and feel what they feel without my thoughts on the matter clouding the issue.

 

With darkened eyes, You pierce me
With darkened thoughts, You hold me
In unseelie night, You seek me
With moistened lips, You taste me
Soft caress of fingertips upon my spine
With skin of silk, Envelop me
With sensuous arms we embrace
In twilight dusk

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I want to slide into you, blindness light
feeling you surround me
touching you lightly
kissing you madly
slipping my tongue into
to taste you, to touch you
I run my fingers lightly over velvet skin
to dance no more in dream but in life
Under darkest light
We bathe in rose-scented wine
We love forever
and hold after lust fades
a caress in afterglow