Softly, you creep into my skin.
The euphoria of an abandoned wish
is the scent you torment me with
as I look into your eyes and see myself
staring back through the mass of tar and intimate regard.
I see you dance upon the carcass of time with merry remarks
ere you whisper in my ears that you’re mine by decree of bloodline.
My spirit hums at the presence of your touch;
still, as I let myself descend through your tunneling caress,
I flee from your embrace whilst my shell tears apart;
for the start of a feverish wont sunrise licks my wounds
to have me bleed and quench the subtle brute athirst
with the passion of a hound.
You yell out my name frenzied and crowned.
I turn my back and feel my tears abound.
With every step I take, away from your domain, I pray for your forgiveness
as I daydream of a time
when you and I will walk side by side.
For now, suffer me to depart.
I will return to you
when the primeval spring meets the secular in art.
The union of scorching hands will be the bridge
for our longing hearts.
You and I will be one
by decree of bloodline and ardor sublime.
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Outstanding poetry by a talented writer. Please read the work of a amazing poet.
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I enjoyed your work tonight. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
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It is I who should thank you. It is always a delight to know someone enjoys what I do.
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I did enjoy Alyona. I need to read to write. Keep my old mind working and you are welcome.
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I also read sometimes before writing.
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I must to create.
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