I Was Imaginary

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I want to see you,
I want to feel you.
In the here and now.
Screw the ever-after,
All that matters
Is this very moment.
And the pleasure
You make me feel.
For I was imaginary
Until you made me real.

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Yes, You

Yes, you came and saved me again.
From the shadows and the dark,
From the monsters in my heart.

You are electric, lighting up my night.
I resonate to the frequency of your touch.
I ache when you are absent, without you

Living is as bitter as a winter storm.
As callous as tears,
Cried naked and alone.

Yes, you saved me once again
From the torment and the fears.
You are temptation I can’t resist.

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Signal Fires

Day 13 and a poem about the bonds of desire …

Made of sticks and stones

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Your deepest desires
Have undressed me,
Brought me here.
They’ve tied me to your soul
With an ache that won’t let me go.
Restrained by emotions that flame
Eternal, a flame that’ll never be consumed;
Forever burning, on and on.
An inferno dressed in velvet, draped with silk.
Lips parting; tongues of flame.

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Ghost at the Wake

Day nine of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about the completeness that comes with being trapped in a place that you don’t want to escape from …

Made of sticks and stones

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Let me wrap you in silence,
A calmness complete.
Chains made of feather,
In happiness replete.
Let me wash you in an ocean
Wave after wave
Of azure, affectionate love.

Let me make you my obsession
I’ll remain tied to the mast.
You will be my moment
No more future or past.
I’ll be sated, all sensation
Will mean nothing to me.
I’ll be blinded, only you will I see.

 
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Chiaroscuro

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Your light and dark plays with me.
Essence of night is the fragrance you wear.
Silence is the word on your lips
As with a gaze unwavering you stare
Succeeding again at unmanning me.

Twilight and rain clouds wrapped about you
Like a mantle of darkness
You are shadows, a certain chill in the air.
An absence, a sickness,
An addiction I keep on returning to.

You are the bones, the secret within.
The whisper deep underground
Forever echoing in the dark.
You are the fatal cry. The final sound.
I am your victim. You are my sin.

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This Beautiful Hell

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The beautiful shell
Disguises the beautiful hell
Loving you has led me to.

The miracle of this moment
Hides the jagged edge
And the potential of a fall.

But still, I carry on
For what choice do I have?
Except giving in

And waking up to the cold
Without you.
Without you to hold.

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In Reverie

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The sunlight through the window frame,
Casting spells writes in shadows
Drawing religious symbols on your naked skin,
As you lay in a reverie upon my bed.
You are real, I know it. For I still feel the wound
Of the raw impression, you have drawn in scarlet upon my soul.
Yet you lay there as innocent as the morning
Leaving barely your outline upon the sheet.
And, I fear that if you wake you will get up and walk away.
As fleeting as a breath of morning air.
That life will continue as before almost as if you were never there.

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