build.
wait.
come.
spent,
and
waiting.
silence
is not silent
in a soul ablaze with Light.
that silence
is the explosion
between two
hearbeats.
so close
my eyes
and let us
welcome oblivion,
together.
Category: Eros
Flight
my wings
are
strong and
I have fallen before.
i need
nothing,
but a dream of
you.
my soul is
free
to sing
and
to soar.
i need
nothing,
but a kiss from
you
fire
and
shame
have scorched
this skin.
i need
nothing,
but my faith in
you.
destiny’s story
is written
already.
i need
nothing,
but to read with
you.
unknown glories
await hungering
eyes.
i need nothing,
but you.
Desire
lapsed
and dormant,
we watch the world
spin.
Pleasure
forgotten.
Ecstasy,
nothing more
but a memory
long lost.
for what do you hunger?
for whom do you lust?
why have you not devoured?
do you fear the surrender
found in each thrust?
this world waits.
we wait.
i wait.
for you.
the return of something new
like dandelion
puffs
scattering before the wind,
a million possibilities
of hopeful delight
burst forth.
truth,
like love,
finds her way home again.
Delight
Spring’s lushness,
light with pleasure,
calls,
through
the calming wind.
sun washed
skin
tastes of
bliss,
and sin.
come walk
under the cypress,
your body
with mine,
and
let us sing.
together
tongue-tied
destiny whispers
in my ear
as i
drown
in
honeyed depths.
a soul
sings.
no longer
alone.
Sun
waiting without
burning
within….
such
pleasure
cannot be
sin.
I
want
you
to
want me.
let us not
wait, and
gather
this wanting
into
a storm
bursting with furious bliss.
let this desire
flow
between
you
and
me,
like a stream,
swirling
with hidden delights.
The Waiting
spring slides softly
into
summer
-gently,
as two trembling
hearts
hunger to slip
once again
into
love’s
embrace.
every sparrow song:
a kiss
forgotten.
each butterfly:
a knowing glance
misplaced.
the river runs
hot
with expectation.
and these lips
wait
for
you.
empty promise
light drops
heavy
through the
hollow of my
being.
slipping
violently
into
unexpected calm.
in this void
we are
drowned
in want, and
devoured by love.
so come,
and cool yourself
in the ashes of
my soul.
Phantasie
somewhere,
a moth sings
songs
of what will always be.
songs
of what never was.
for an eternity
we danced together
under moonlit melodies.
gliding as one,
until
the future intrudes
on our endless moment.
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