losing
sense of self,
she denies her pale splendor,
and slips
away fearfully
into the night.
a pallid dream
wrought of eerie perfection,
and haunted,
by phantasms of desire, and
longings
of peace.
Category: TheBaron
wisps of dreams, and other hard currencies
ensorcelled
by Dawn’s sweet calm;
enraptured
by Dusk’s fiercely muted roar,
i find myself here alone,
with you
never to be found.
the very air sizzles
in between the errant
glide of silken miracles,
and the halting flow of
anticipation and
wonder.
a billion
tiny stars
exploding
all ’round
in a cacophony unexpected:
lights and smells dancing wild
and chaotic,
soothed only by a soul’s touch.
stimulated to the edge of ecstasy,
the beauty overwhelms,
but, my love,
please,
drink it all,
deeply and sinfully,
drink it all, and
seek nothing other
than that original bliss.
a realm of knowing,
infused with love
and the infinite of
possibility.
familiar brew
sliding
back
into simpler times
when hopes
&
cares were
one and the same. and
i
see
u
standing there waiting
so i warn you of the coming storm, and
you smile,
in that way that you do,
reciting fables,
as you tell me to shoo.
my light
shines brighter
in the shadow you cast,
yet still you bask adoringly
in the brilliance of my love
for you.
always
you.
the storm approaches.
and so we dance
as wildflowers do.
under the midnight sky.
we dance:
twin fires
scorched by the wonder of the other,
sinking into
forbidden delights;
true souls lost
to
the bliss
of an existence forgot.
How could we know
the power
we wield?
we are young,
we are eternal,
we are.
the baron awakens
burn through daylight shimmer
to soothe Night's beguiling sorrow,
lacing
dreams
with sacred perversions:
life interrupted-
oh
yeah.
solemn blasphemies
twistin' in the air
gently caressing
smoothened hackles.
should I but choose
to
shatter
your shackles,
such slippery wordplay
could be spiritual foreplay.
a stimulating beginning
to what wonders await;
a tender body
with soul afire.
the center of it all
glancing deep,
into the nothing,
where
butterflies dream
of winter snows,
and
panthers roam
on silken roads,
i see
every single little thing…
i see
absolutely nothing at all.
In this perfect
unending
captured moment,
i am free of love
& fear
and the happy circumstance
that lies in between.
in short, my friend,
I am
here.
so,
when silver laced words crash
and tumble
across your chest,
awakening the golden dragons
within.
will you?
can you?
ignore the call?
Nothing needs
you,
and ditto you,
withall.
calling
i hear you,
up there,
alone,
& magnificent.
are you happy,
up there,
never able to receive,
naught but a prayer
breathed lustfully,
through these adoring lips?
I hear you
calling
to me.
do you need me
as I once needed you?
I hear you
calling.
don’t worry,
I am here
and yes,
I need you too.
majesty
veiled in the grandeur of
the Here
and the
Now,
She approaches.
masked and subdued,
yet resplendent in her ascension.
then we waltz,
again through memories
of what is yet to be ,
moving to the rapid pulse
of Destiny.
such love
knows no equal.
such intimacies
know no bounds.
we go round
and round and
round,
weaving truth from dreams,
ripping fear from
the uninitiated,
answering unspoken pleas.
grappling ecstatic
with abandoned frenzy
we cleave unto
the other as two.
and part
as one.
and Night rises,
gasping in disbelief
at this primal dance
of shadow and blood.
and we whisper gently
into that great void:
my darling,
do worry, for
we have only just begun.
tools of the trade
lust for truth.
– check
fear
– flowing freely, when not kept in check.
hope
-tucked away in my back pocket
poetry
-coursing through these veins
rhythm
-rocking firmly in these hips
love
-always
time to play
found
searing, and
sawing
this nostalgic mist,
(where fairies
and demons
grapple in wild congress
to conceive dreams once thought inconceivable),
a golden truth
peirces through,
lighting this golden path
to ruin and glory.
midnight diddling
falling up
and away
from fear
and feigned intimacies,
the future slams
hard,
and Hope
whooshes free, leaving you calm,
and ready,
to swallow the void.
to feed the hunger.
to dive deeply
into your infinite wonder.