Is it OK
that I think of
holding you?
It’s
the only way
I can fall asleep
…
Sometimes
Links
Dance fallow
Music pulses into the shallow echos
burn hallow in bright fire
Lift broken from memory of dawns false hopes
soft touch sinking into dream
free constraint of the drift
first taste of drought in pleasures embrace
the kiss dripping honey
buried in the seeking
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Anger opens the door
I have defied gods and danced with devil’s
Drunk from the twin chalices of life and death
I have borne a blade into battle and shed blood
Watched friends rise and lovers fall
I have been darkness, been light, been shadow
I have see things history has forgotten and done things that would break your mind to know.
And you stand here trying to manipulate me. I am no mere child nor am I love struck. The niceties, the flow of words, the touch, the giving of time, these are the things I enjoy whilst in the throws of love and relationship. But when I wake? When the web of relationship no longer holds me? I am the other face. The cold face. I am the night given form, sharp, deep and full of hidden dangers. Manipulate me? You are a fool.
Pelgris 