unexpected
and anticipated,
your lurid games
flood my dreams with dwindling desire.
and as i sink
into the wonder
of tomorrow, and all it's
shadowy regret,
your illumination
scorches the night
with darkness and
memories unbidden.
and i stand free.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
callow wisdom
songs of hope,
gentle
and pure,
strangle this
cautious worn-out heart,
yet still
it sings of joy
undiminished,
and the courage of love.
ignition
feeling
about
and within for the right words,
through darkness, void,
and
light,
he stumbles upon an old friend.
And
together they wait,
patiently,
for the the beginning.
hard chills
whispering in
on a cool summer’s wind,
the truth burns deep.
raw
and empty,
i call on the night to set me free.
the stars laugh
and the leaves sing my name,
as nothing reigns supreme again.
Day Break
sun pierced mist
overwhelms my doubt,
and again,
life
finds a way
into my heart.
and I encounter dreams,
lost and entangled
in this ether of hope,
and they brush
so gentle
and seductive across
my being.
and your lips,
wet in anticipation
of my kiss,
taste of destiny
and a love foregone.
Future Tense
plans beget
plans, and
once unravelled,
beget more and more…
what joys await
this destined fate?
what challenges will I meet
and surpass
in a single a heartbeat?
what may come
may never arrive
for fate is something for me to contrive.
so come what will
and come what may,
I’ve not yet had my fill,
I am ready to play.
midnight frolics
yesterday
my lover
and me
cavorted with glee
and yes….
all the fireflies and foxes did see.
drenched in her silver
I swam without clothes
or care, and her smile
grew
so wide.
I think she likes me
Lunar Bartering
sear me with your mad visions
of the chaos within,
and i will paint you such a world:
basked in grace
and wickedness.
slay me with your passionate wonder,
and I will drizzle soft magic upon your dreams.
come to me
my terrestrial lover
and taste a bliss celestial.
and I did.
the end.
Phoenix Roars
blazing faint
on cool moonlit night,
love flees the divine:
the infinite pleasures
and passions
spun from a bond
everlasting
terrify the mediocre,
and other pretenders
to Truth.
burn with me Soulchild,
burn,
until the end.
let sin be the tinder;
let our souls fuel our flame.
let us devour this world whole,
or drown it
in glory.
sparking the soulstice
languid decadence awaits,
filling
hot humid days which
slip
softly
into sultry nights, and
we lose
ourselves to a yearning
and desire.
sweating,
and whetting our
divine fire.
sweet lover,
let us sin again,
and again, and
again.
let’s set flame to this summer
for,
there shall be no other.
