| You bled for me. |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|08:35 am] |
You bled for me last night, the deep red oozing from your horizon like darkness from shadow.
Nibbling mouse like upon red licorice, your feet kicked out to wiggle freshly painted toes, I laugh and love you more than ever, if it’s possible.
A crack of lightening jolts me from my dream of you, and I turn, blushing, to find you beside me beneath the faded quilt.
Walking in the long path, the ivy vines stretch out around me, tendriled to creep the largest tree, and the smallest rock.
As I dance in the moonlight, I clutch against my partner, staring into the night sky to see the faintest trail of stardust.
My hungry eyes devour your smile as I tease your senses with a song.
Imagine the sea shore wrought with waves, the crabs scurry to hide in the pitted sand, my hand in yours as we walk the quiet beach alone.
I see us in silk, two harem girls curled on velvet pillows, the veils that play at our cheeks puffed with laughter as we relax.
I feel you next to me, beside me, behind me, your warmth an ever present memory as I fade in and out of oblivion.
“Shhh...” Whispered words from a lover to another in the darkness. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2006|08:27 pm] |
I Give
Every time I have picked up a pen lately, you have reclined in my mind. I have been wanting, no needing to spin tales for you. I want the beautiful words that used to come so easily to enchant again. But I am not beautiful today. I am alone, saddened, angry, demolished in will and idea. I am not the spinner and fantasizer I was and am at my core today. I want to compose a quiet melody of words for your ears, yours alone. You are the only one I share my arts with. Others look, yes, but you, beloved.
My words are as disorganized as my thoughts and dreams of late. Sometimes, in the night, I imagine you coming, pressing your fingertips against my forehead, and speaking the words I need into my ears. The spell broken, I resume my place, your eternally grateful, your quiet, your beauty, anything and everything you would ever ask of me unspokenly yours. More. I would give you the breath I would take next, suffocate for you, should you want for air. I would give you tears, a river poured out only for your little yellow raft to float on, to entertain you by the hours. I would give you blood, mine, others, anyone, should your cravings take a darker turn. My love, my soul, I do not seem to be anything without you. Yet, I live, I live in quiet passing; choices made and taken, my simple existence far from you. Is it?
Is it far? Or is it mirrored, will the time never come when I can walk around the edge to find you real? I am real, I think. If we are mirrored, one must be illusion, one must be false. I would take my own life, to give yours the reality. Take, give..in terms of life..?
I give. I give it all to you, as surely as the breath I next imbibe makes me drunk with the ache for you. |
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