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.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 12 of my review of the year and a poem about giving in…
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Like pools of cooling water
Blue eyes beckon, lead me to slaughter.
Like the siren you entice me in
With those lips of sweetest poison.
Like a pillow you promise rest
If I lay my head at your breast.
I know it is ruin
To surrender to lust
But I’m just a sinner
And I need your touch.
So like wings, when your arms spread wide
Within your embrace I will come to die.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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Snatches of song.
When are you coming home?
Sojourns in love
Hand-in-hand, in glove.
Ecstasy and echoes,
Last chance, last throw.
That kiss; a summer game.
That always ends the same.
I walk away
You let me go.
I want to stay
But I don’t know
The words I want to hear
And what it is I fear.
Is it love’s demands;
Deep waters; shifting sand.
…
Snatches of song
I hear again.
Or passion and thunder.
I fear the flood begins
With this single drop;
Becomes never ending reign.
And I’ll lose sight of land.
Take me under
Hold my hand.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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Undress my soul,
Dive inside,
Consume me whole.
See into the heart of me.
Split the atoms of my being.
Tear me into little pieces.
Prolong the agony I’m feeling
With a glimpse of ecstasy.
I wish this mortal entropy to cease.
Exchanged for decadent decay
When the animal within is released.
When our bloods mingle and combine,
The first time, when on my soul you feast.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Like pools of cooling water
Blue eyes beckon, lead me to slaughter.
Like the siren you entice me in
With those lips of sweetest poison.
Like a pillow you promise rest
If I lay my head at your breast.
I know it is ruin
To surrender to lust
But I’m just a sinner
And I need your touch.
So like wings, when your arms spread wide
Within your embrace I will come to die.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Let me in,
Let me in.
You can’t keep me outside tonight.
You can’t keep me away from the light,
The flame you’ve lit is burning inside
And now all I want to do
Is share the sins of the world
(My world) with you.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
