Song @ Twilight
She comes to me
her wings dusted in twilight and I find myself caught by her beauty bewitched beyond repair But if she should hate me and use her wrath against me by giving me what I've asked filling me.. with her joy i will die blissful, a thousand deaths i will not take it back Kittygrrl~ |
Burning the Letters
I'm burning the letters,
by and by.. with it's history of torn pages and hearts decorated with lusty- colored ribbons of want which I wade in hip deep at times but, I'm burning his letters, by and by.. |
What do you have in mind?
Want the champagne.. me on my knees asking please.. hands on my hips bitten lip you n need play with me don't let go take it slow- |
I'm really impressed with them all..Keep them coming..:tea:
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Serpentine
Don't give me
a choice in this spread your honey over me don't let me resist Take me Break me Shape me into what you need a serpentine dream chained to your bed hooked on your mind.. |
This is HOT! :police:
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It's hot in a tragic sorta way at the moment..Is it ok if I comment in here on your poetry? Some people don't like that..
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(not mine but beautiful)
Out of Catallus~Richard Crashaw Come and let us live my Deare, Let us love and never Feare, Then let amorous kisses Dwell, On our lips, begin and tell, A Thousand and a Hundred score, A Hundred and a Thousand more..https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/5c...dbfcae8081.jpg |
holding onto the edge
tiptoes on the precipice falling.. down down down beneath the ground drowning in words which mean everything, or nothing at all~ |
your word breaks
upon my cheek smashing into bits parts of me given to you, crashing headlong into my sea of fear wishing, i was beyond your grasp you clasp me determined that i drown in you- |
song in twilight
A stain remains
from dragons, half slain the heart betrays each beat exclaims her name and sometimes it's hard to maintain the sanity |
{heard in my dreams}
It's the last dance i'm saving For the love i've been craving Til my last line.. Mixing the blunders with the divine |
*****Kittygrrl*****
I really enjoy the way you put words and images together, Brava!
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found-written to me a long time ago-
Cold rain, Razors edge… The rain is cold today, the wind blustery, making my skin feel raw, as bone chilling rivulets of water whip my face. All, in a sense, keeping the mood and the iciness my heart feels, except for the ever warm part where you live. I walk. I look at the faces of those coming toward me, most of them with dogs or kids in tow, all fighting the blast from the elements. Some are lighted, and I can see they are where they need to be, some are animated yet much focused on some unseen event, far away. Then there are those whose faces are blank; no acknowledgement, alone, no imaginary conversation, just blank. The icy fingers dripping down my neck remind me, there go I. Hollow, empty…being here for you and moving forward. I walk. The rain becomes more determined, the chill crawls under my skin, grabbing onto my bones, as though trying to hide inside my body. The park is peppered with dusk stragglers, kids running home, and teenagers, with last minute embraces. I see their hungry faces, the passion, the hope, the burning desire. Remembering, sheltering you in the rain, listening to the thunder…holding you. The rain has turned to ice. People scatter… being here for you and moving forward, I walk. The walk home is cold; I’m alone on the street. Passing by cheerily lit homes, ready for the season, I can see inside, people talking, I wonder. I watch from the outside. Only, an older couple shares my solitude now on the street, their umbrellas occasionally sparring, as they hurry along, together…I ache to be with you, hearing you squeal about the weather, chatter about dinner…. The icy rain plops on my jacket, splashing my ears…being here for you and moving forward, I walk. Finally, the dark house, we shared, comes into view. Dull, lightless and lifeless. My brain switches to laughter, warm embraces, a festive tree, brightly colored packages, and you inside those walls.…Black ice now covers my heart and the rain is like a razor’s edge… being here for you and moving forward, I walk, past. “The night was cold and bleak I wept not that long, long night T’was not until daybreak I wept for thee and me” |
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