History of Lust

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There is a history of lust
Between you and I.
Of burning desires,
Of unravelling sheets.
Clothing torn,
In our needs and our musts.

There is a history of lust.
Of temperatures rising
In feverish collusions,
Frantic delights
In the hours of night; colliding
In all our needs and our musts.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

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Near Fatal

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The kiss
Wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
It wasn’t a start
Just another missed chance.
A glancing blow,
A slow dance over too fast
For my heart’s misery.

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Dark Seas

The girl with the blue sky eyes is looking at me
From across the darkened room. A heat haze
Of emotion flickers like a lighthouse
Beam of day, as we catch each other’s gaze.
We share a smile, exchange a faint glimmer of
Recognition. Two islands that used to be one
Until the dark seas intervened and the current
Forced us to drift further and further apart.
 
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In the Pit of My Stomach

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In the dark of the night time
In the cold of my bed
In the moments in between
When the feelings are raw.
When my mouth is slowly drying
And the words rot in my throat.
And the dreams are dying
Like autumn leaves falling in the breeze.
And I can’t unfeel what I’ve felt before.
And my belief is crumbling,
Oh so many nights of tears and dust.
Then there’s this feeling I get
In the pit of my stomach.
A chill like a knife blade
Twisting within my spirit and guts.
When I’d scream

If screaming counted for much.

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Padlocks and Chains

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Where did the wall come from
Did I build it to keep the hordes out,
Or did the world build it
To keep me locked in.
Is it illusory, is it real?
Am I awake, is this a dream –
Is this a nightmare of my own choosing;
Will anyone help me to become free?
 
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Wish Upon

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Sky searching, scanning the horizons of night
For a glowing ember of yesterday
To pin my hopes upon.
While the darkness is wrapped about me
Like a blanket, for the unbroken hours until the dawn.

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