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The night throws its light
on your face,
your breath catches and takes
in the glow from the moonbeams
as my love streams
over you.
In your slumber you remember
the memories of a past never lived
but imagined a million times
in the recesses of your mind,
more real than reality
now enjoyed in drowsy serenity.
As I watch your twin commas flicker
your lips gently quiver
with the weight of tonight's kiss,
your cool brown fringe
casting shadows tinged
with our union's bliss.
on your face,
your breath catches and takes
in the glow from the moonbeams
as my love streams
over you.
In your slumber you remember
the memories of a past never lived
but imagined a million times
in the recesses of your mind,
more real than reality
now enjoyed in drowsy serenity.
As I watch your twin commas flicker
your lips gently quiver
with the weight of tonight's kiss,
your cool brown fringe
casting shadows tinged
with our union's bliss.
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
The Wanderer
There was only the sun, and the thirst. For a while it hadn't been so bad, more of a nagging sensation than anything else but as the miles passed and one by the one the others who'd followed in the dark skinned woman's wake collapsed it had changed. From a quiet nagging it grew to be all consuming; blotting out everything else. Now there was just it and the ever more irregular rhythm of her steps as one followed the other, each one harder than the last. But still she staggered onwards beneath the sun's heat, following the woman who'd set out so boldly who knew how long ago. As others gave up and collapsed, never to move again, she carried on,
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Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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I wrote a poem with the same title last year here: carmennge.deviantart.com/art/M… but the circumstances were entirely different then. So this year, I am reprising the original poem with a new twist and a very different context in mind but the person inspiring both poems remains the same love of my life
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