Silliness in Denial

If there is one thing I wish for you to see before you close your eyes tonight. Its the shape of my lips I dream are being pressed against yours as I fall from bliss.

Regrets and Night Sweats

Smiling from the back of her mouth. Stillness runs through her heart a drastic change.

She was sick. A body's reaction a friend called it but her feverish mind was beyond caring. Grateful for their head on her pillow and arm around her waist. Holding on for dear death, as her body trembles more than usual.

The dreams of isolation have never before tasted so appealing.

Now that is what you call entertainment.

Puppet strings were tied in a pretty bow. A gift for the gullible fool. Consistency changes like her present, more so than it definitely should. Tugging hard, there would be no slack, so the matter is already settled. The show was fun, but she is still only a human being. The ushers wants us to leave its closing time. Things will only continue for so long before the fool on the strings, finds scissors.

Red ink,

From the maddness of passing hours looking in between blank pages. She must wait alittle more, but that is okay. The paper cuts were amusing to sooth the rages. Now their story has begun. Beautiful girl. With ink in her heart, ready to fill the blank sheets. From the hands of the witching hour she hang and sleep.

Nothing to say

The bite was hard. She allowed herself to be bitten though. Couldn't help the slow spread of such potency. A reason why anger has thicken dangerously, so much more than before. Surrounding her, engulfing and pulling downward.

Angry.

Questions too scared to ask, silence will forever be heavy in her mouth. This cant be life, this cant be right, this cant me, there has got to be more. Feeling so unmask.

This shouldnt have hurt so much, it just shouldnt have...

Stupidity makes her world go round. Disappointment adds a nice touch.

Rushed Mornings

Forgetfulness will be the triumph his enemies will have over him. Stumbling against the wind instead of letting it lift him away. Remembrance is of the hardest of all things to do when one wants to forget.

Today

The emotional clarity in her soul brightens the cloudy world of her intellect. Raining on her embracing words and trails. Spending her time in distracting perfection as she stroll down intertwining roads.

Soothing aches shiver. Return with a gentle smile but never failing to recall the blisters of another day beyond gray the sky.

No swimming allowed

The gravity gave way and she floated up from the sea. Feeling the salt clinging to her lungs and seep from her eyes. Weeping willow cries a little louder as she smiles. Choking on the air and throwing up her writing all over heaven's floor.

Watching the water rise and rise and rise as she drifts higher and higher and higher. She waits around for the no swimming allowed sign to appear so she can float back down.

Heaven Cloud

I see you now, the flutter of a butterfly.
I chase you, To feel, to lose,

You are in my sight, Open the gate, I follow through and into you. My longing for you, My belonging to you. For what magic is this that consumes me so…

Dizzy and daydreamt, the fire that is you. Your scorching presence lingers and writhes, burning and engulfing the emptiness I feel.

Controlling and out of control, With fiery hands you grasp. Cradling me in your embrace of flame. My eternal sun.

The bringer of light into my life.
The heaven and hell that is love.

Maurice Cross

Loveless, eternal

With blackened wings, you soar into my bein. Piercing my very soul, Left empty and bleeding. What is this haunting you bring upon me? Swift and sure as darkness wreaks.

Becoming hollow and devoid. Thrust evil upon me no more, Sweet and foul daemon, Leave of what remains of me.

Silence is not becoming. Though absent you have become in presence, forever tainted I will be. Impossible is victory for what will can defeat this...

Loveless, eternal.



Maurice Cross

Return

RETURN

O, my darling rose,
put on your milk-white gown. I want
you to come back quickly. For my
desire feeds on

your beauty. Each time I see your gown
I am made weak and happy. I too
blamed the Cyprian. Now I pray
she will not seek

revenge, but may she soon allow
you, to come to me
again: you whom of all women
I most desire.

Sappho

Kissing you is...

intense

A decade

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

Amy Lowell

Cut the ribbons

Breath. Under my skin. Through out our bodies, against one another. Smile. Beautiful. Warm. Laughing at the feeling again. Listening to the world with cotton ears except her affectionate hums. Trying to control herself but is so torn.

Quivering breath drys out her mouth. Exhale, inhale then hold.

But she dont care. All she has to do is remember to breath and not to run. To breath and not to run.

Bewitched body and soul

She is the dream in the world that comes crashing around. Blindly. closing her eyes to see. Her name whispered against the knife called lust as it fills the body with life and trust.

Each thrust, moan, and fuck compares nothing to the swallowing of her voice.

Leaving her scent in every breath she tastes. Fasination lingers around to wink at her frame of mind leaving her closed eyes moist.

Complicated thoughts smiles at the wind as it caressed scratches on each rough elbow and foot. Come on and make a wish torn between the two. Dont want to see. Might be her twisted mind she think is paradise.

daydream

My mind is fluid with her face lightly gliding across the surface. I must be daydreaming again.

Press Play

This isnt over baby, she wont believe a word they say. With eyes closed her heart cries. Whispers still lingers from last nights, and fingers still twitch from pause to stop to play. This song is for you says the empty sheets as the bed rocks and sways.

Running around the moans, floating above, and collapsing against the lips. Choking on empty air, none sense and incoherence. Counting the sips of lies as they pretend kiss. Tastes just like bliss.

momentary fix

She wanna be addicted. Needing, shaking inside lustful bones. Rolling in heat for the things unsaid but needing to do. There has never been another so potent, fire in she blood. Tangled sheets and sweet heat.