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.

 
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 21 February 2019

Peripheral

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As long as I know you are at the edge of my view.
Somewhere where the mirages meet my dreams
In the wee small hours when no one is awake to witness my tears.

Out there in the distance, lost on the far horizon
A shadow secret known only to these four walls and my teddy bear.
That you are the wave that will overcome my fears.

As long as I know, then I can cope with the visions
And the nightmares tearing my hopes apart.
For beyond the limits of the frame I know, there is an end to the lonely years.

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‘Til I’m Nothing …

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Skin to your skin,
React to your touch.
You burn me with your fire
I need you so much.
Emotional conflagration
Ashes and dust.

I am nothing
Except lingering lust.
You take and you take
Control me with a touch.
Luscious corrosion
I succumb to this religion of rust.
Consume me with passion
‘Til I’m ashes and dust.

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Over Me

On the shores of Loch Scavaig lies Elgol (Gaelic for ‘the weeping swan’), a small fishing village famous for its mountain and seascape scenery. After 15 miles of winding one-lane country road one is rewarded with magnificent views of Cuillin Range – weather permitting.
Taken April 2017.
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I don’t want to be distant.
I want to breathe the same air as you.
I want to touch what you touch and feel what you feel.
If you are in pain I want to bleed.
Because you are my passion, you are my need.
You are the poison deep in my veins.
When I am thirsting you are my rain.

For if I am an island hiding
Far away from the world.
I want you to be the ocean
That invades my shore.
I don’t want to be isolated anymore.
I want you to be the ocean,
My encircling sea.

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Chaos Thing

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The only beauty is chaos
Like a siren that sings in the darkness
To the wildness of the untamed sea.
Like the leaves in the forest falling
While the storm winds are blowing.
Like the lone wolf howling in the night time
Hoping that somebody hears.
Yes the only beauty is chaos
And what you do to me.

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The Kiss

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Oh for your smile
And the way that your eyes
Bring order to the night.
The gentle chaos of your hair like a halo
Changes the darkness;
An explosion, like ringlets of light.

The graceful arch of your back,
The shimmering skin
That it thrills me to touch.
The curves of your body wrapped
Within my encircling arms
Is a glory to hold.

But for those succulent lips
Where would I be
You’ve breathed life into my soul.
But for your kiss
I’m just shadows. Living a half-life
I wouldn’t be whole.

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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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Moondust

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Moondust and love, and other illusions.
Happiness and heartbreaks, and other confusions.
Crying eyes and bloodied knees,
And other assorted childhood contusions.
But none of it means anything to me
If you’re not the first thing I see on waking.

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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.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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