forbidden laughter
tickles
silenced lips.
young hearts play
deep
in the darkness,
free
from fear’s illusion;
free
from love’s shackles;
free
to explore life’s mystery.
twinned souls seeking
forever,
lost
in a silver moonlit kiss.
forbidden laughter
tickles
silenced lips.
young hearts play
deep
in the darkness,
free
from fear’s illusion;
free
from love’s shackles;
free
to explore life’s mystery.
twinned souls seeking
forever,
lost
in a silver moonlit kiss.
soul flooded
with shadow and flame,
i sink
deep,
into the silver void.
lost
to a world
more wicked than my own.
oh,
how i longed
for her ephemeral kiss,
for
even in that longing
i did find bliss.
then, as
this moment
slips
into a specter of doubt,
this sinner prays
to be scorched once again,
by her cold
midnight stare.
sinking
to reality,
and
fading
to black & white,
dreams slip back into
the future,
safe from harm.
what was never found
is lost,
once again.
as Apollo’s final wink
inflames the sky in audacious hues;
The Baron emerges,
sifted from Twilight’s dusky spell:
Which is our
time to flee
the coming night,
with all its unseen.
But,
unbidden,
unencumbered,
and
unapologetic:
She Rises Radiant.
to
light shadow with dulcet whisper;
seduce Samedi; and
claim Queenship of these crossroads.
dream safely tonight my friend,
for you are protected, and
you are loved.
without struggle, peace
is but fantasy.
wandering the battlefields of indecision,
passion grows old
and shrinks to but a dream.
swallowed by Time,
and Fate,
and fear, and
Hope,
we pray
for memories that never were
and grope for a freedom
that was never ours
Her dusky hues
paint the very air, and
i stand bewitched,
beholden to my beloved.
betrayed
by boorish lust,
she drowns me in a beauty
so vast that i weep.
but these tears cannot wipe clean
the wonder i see
crystalized
in this moment….and so I fear the next.
so i dance,
wildly,
confusing destiny
with treasured lost memories
weighing heavily on these rigid bones:
silence reigns, for the music has gone.
a hummingbird’s song
is all
that remains
in this nightingale soul.
spring rain,
now a cacophony of pain,
washes the fear from my stare.
but this
shameful,
sheltered,
shattered heart
reflects a thousand fears yet untold.
without pause or
doubt,
or fear of what may,
i pull
inexorably
to you.
the threads
of my life,
between nimble fingers,
tangled and knotted-
but we,
so far from besotted.
no way but up,
to fall into open arms.
no way but down,
to where we belong.
no way,
but the way
we forgot.
one path
to
a Love
destined.
one fall
to an
Oblivion
guaranteed.
one soul,
afire with hope &
purpose &
love.
enslaved to an empire built:
on the dreams of the deceased
and
the blood of their betters
and
on the backs of ghosts, scarred by wicked greed.
we march forward,
at war with everything
but the devils inside.
we march forward
down the same path,
dreaming and,
warring, and
enslaving,
for saving.
blind
to our consent,
we lie
and sink
into a wealth
of pain,
fighting,
with advesary in tow.
this moment
slips ever so gently into
the next…..
as a single breath escapes
those soft round lips:
vulnerable and fleeting.
and,
between the longing,
and gasping, and
roiling anticipation,
behind the need
and want,
beyond all
hope,
I tumble back
into infinity,
trusting
in me.