Datum

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I’m waiting for your virtual touch –
The virtuous feeling,
Your digital meaning.
The coded transmission
Between you and my heart.
The information download
That you started.
Electrical impulses,
Laser guided
Like satellites in the dark.
 
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Waiting for The Elation

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Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
The promise you made
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart.
I didn’t want diamonds,
Never asked for money or gold
For they won’t keep me safe from the cold,
But you promised a kiss.

But you left me
Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
Waiting for you
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart
With a kiss.
 
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Clemency

 

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Speaking of my crimes, my black designs
That went astray. My steps in wicked ways;
When it is just lies to talk of love
Such a pretty word for want and lust.

When all along I knew I never had the words
For speaking of the truth, and my eyes just mould
Darkness into a perversion of the light.

And my defence?
My senses were overwhelmed by the reality of you.
 
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Infinity

 

Entwined,
Skin to skin.
No ending or beginning
This endless state we’re in.
 
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StarRise

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The silence of this season
Completes me.
The Night holds me in her arms,
The darkness drapes her body:
Caresses my feeling in the coldness
Of her ebony being.
I plunge into the heart of her,
And in falling I shine.
 
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Quiver

I feel your breath upon my neck,
The gentle caress of your lips.
Your finger traces down my spine,
Your touch is gentle,
Like the brush of a feather
Yet the sensation is sublime.
 
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Pandemonium

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It’s a plaything in your hands,
This body and soul of mine.
Heart beating faster,
This fierce longing
Is beyond my control.
And simply in passing by
You take my heartstrings,
You take my mind away.
 
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Dilemma

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I’m hanging on, I won’t let go
And give in to this weakness
I won’t let you have the power.
This enchantment is part of the spell
As natural as breathing to you.
But I’m lost if I dare to desire.
 

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Badinage

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Hello,
I didn’t expect to see you here
On the night side of town.
You look like your hiding out
Back here in the half-light
From a paramour pursuing you
With bandaged up flowers
And a heart made of thorns.

Me, well I’m doing fine
Strumming along in time
With the silence.
Trying to make out this design
In the darkness. In the madness;
Wondering why the roses
Are buried in Plaster of Paris
And I’ve a heart full of thorns.
 
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Night in Shining Armour

Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …

Made of sticks and stones

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The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
 
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