slipped so smooth onto my unawareness, your muffled luminescence scalds a fiery soul. i hear you, radiant and roaring, amongst the timid and undeserving rabble. my life rings counterpoint to your forlorn song. celestial beings, you and me, united in a solitude that is so fucking sweet. if only we could... .... .... touching, and feeling, ..... the faded magic of our souls.
a subtle spectre
of sweet chaos
drifts
ephemeral,
gliding tantalizingly close
over the welcome
softness of her bosom.
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piercing deeply
into mystery
and
wonder,
unabated flame
fuels
his craving.
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placid,
and
yielding to desirous touch:
her grace;
his beauty;
their finiteness;
belie
the fury roiling within.
shadow & water.
steel & flame.
truth combines
to vanish the fear.
tempest
&
inferno
twist mercilessly.
neither to be tamed
by that gentle thing
never named,
and only whispered,
deep
in the hollows
of forgotten dreams.
if but for fate.....
if but for pride.....
if but for doors left unopened,
this fierce love
could be yours,
and mine.
soft and whimsical,
gentle harmonies
flutter
with glee
upon the final winds
of spring.
and
errant lovers,
deep in their cups,
and lost in the wonder
of their resonant souls,
seek one last
brush with
infinity.
and then the night falls.
and the love is lost.
and the yearning
begins,
again.
glimmering prism,
a promise of scintillating
delights-
this instant
captured
just
for
you.
this moment, private and
ecstatic:
dawn’s promise
magicked into a wonder most miniscule.
such beauty must needs
not be shared
recklessly.
such adoration
demands loving devotion
to that singular wildness
of you.
yet Trust,
ever dogging the heels of Love,
knows no bounds, and tastes
freely the cusp
of every
breath.
so yes, my sweet soul warrior,
as you slip softly
into a dream manifest,
let these words lead you back,
deep inside,
to the shelter
within.
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.
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.
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.
a billion translucent wonders
capture the magic of your radiance
yet,
your bountiful love is never contained.
longing for the warmth
of your transcendental gifts,
I sup, drink, and drown in your glory.
inspired by your generosity
i rain fire
upon the willing, and
pour loving devotion
upon those not ready to see.
Such is the way of cosmic alchemy.
the present hurtles
quickly without,
threatening
the serenity within.
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we
tumble together
through
mists & fantasm.
we lust,
we conspire,
we whet a growing desire.
I delve
deep
into
the truth
of you:
sly eyes look up,
expectant,
and a soft heart glows
dependant.
under a watchful Moon,
glistening bodies
bathed
in silver
lie,
empty
of hope
or pride.
a future written
is a future lost,
so we stay true
to love at every cost,
knowing dreams
carry a power untold,
feeding the flickering fire
of a happy wicked soul.
gently scalded
by
a star’s loving mercy,
i slip again,
down
into the shadows
where (my) truth blossoms
furtive,
and safe
from expectations and love.
yearning for absolution,
yet fearing
dissolution into a greater part
of me.
so i scale these peaks of despair
and slide into the valleys, grounded in solitude,
all the while,
avoiding the stagnant tranquility of constancy.
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