beyond
the darkness
and
after your next breath,
I wait for you.
seek not the light-
hearted distraction
of
the familiar.
delve
back into the crucible
of your passion,
unleashed
and wicked.
slip
gently
into your
Power.
i need you
to return.
i need you
to remember.
i need you
to
need
you.
burn each moment to ash.
repeat.
unless,
of course,
you’ve got a better plan.
the coming
fire
rages behind shut lids,
twin mirrors
to the swirling
torrent within.
do you
know
where ravens
go
to die?
right
behind
your
mind’s eye.
welcome home.
too long I moved
without your swing,
and dreamt
without your magic.
a scoundrel without charm,
only dangerous
to himself.
longing
for that part
of me
that I had given
wholly
to you.
Now I hear the call,
feeling the
sun on my back,
& the grass
twixt my toes..
Now I feel you,
meu camará
hell
sent,
and heaven bent
your calm,
silent
beckoning
ROARS
above
the constant
profanity
of this
urban cacophony.
ever am
i
yours,
hopelessly
devoted and
in
thrall,
to your
borrowed luster and
alchemical tricks:
stealing fire &
gold
to drown
wonder in
silver.
i am saved
until
we meet again.
beauty
trickles
from
cold,seething
wounds,
tickled
by
impetuous reveries
of
you.
my Muse,
spurned
and
usurped
by dreams unrequited,
left me
here
to dribble
besotted
drivel (to you).
words can be fickle
but the heart,
never so…
where now,
will this heart go?
i slipped into my future
and you werent there:
that brave child i knew
with so little fear.
so i careen
through
this
prison of missed opportunity,
and
think of you,
free
as a
bee.
i miss
the
taste
of honey,
i miss
fire,
in my belly.
the love I bear
for me
collapses the farther I
stray from thee.
i am lost
and forgotten
when not revelling
inspired,
in the blissful
pleasure of your light.
but when i falter
my flame sputters,
and i seek
the lukewarm
and familiar:
arousals
of love
& affection.
but my spark
yearns
to again burn,
bright
and hot,
in the crucible of our
combined blaze.
return to me,
and let us
scorch the naive
with wickedness.
tickling
lost
souls
with magic
and wonder,
and hope.
I try
to forget that kiss
that never slipped
your waiting
mouth.
or that ecstatic night of
electric delight
that never was.
I hope
to let slip
from my memories
sweet summer days
strolling hand-in-hand
indulgent
and happy…
such wonderful days
which never came to pass.
the dream of you
is real,
and every day is
but passing time
until such dreams come true.
dedication
and devotion
eternal
lead you closer.
fear not the passing
of days
or friends, for
You
spring
eternal.
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