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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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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Originally Published 16 December 2016

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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Signal Fires

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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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Undiscovered, Under the Covers

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Undiscovered, under the covers,
The secrets we share while wrapped in these sheets.
The language of lovers discussed under the covers.
Within the realm where passion dwells
Where unrest is quelled, our bodies meet.
Where the universe dwindles to just dust
Dancing, in a reality, over there out of reach.
 
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Ghost at the Wake

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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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Touch

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I want to get lost within your embrace.
Lose myself in a wilderness,
As long as I am there alone with you.

And if I lose sight of the horizon,
Am tossed about on stormy seas,
Hope will still burn bright in my heart

If I know there is a chance.
That you are the safe haven
That waits in the dark for me.
 
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Oblivion

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Here she comes
Like a hurricane,
A whirling dervish
Into my life again.
Riding the roller-coaster
These emotional highs,
She chases the clouds away
She’s blue skies.
Staring into the forever
Like staring into those eyes.
Think I’m falling again,
It’s love her or die.
 
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