That final night
held the fire in her eyes –
emerald and wild.
And all that was loved
was felled, defiled in clumsiness.
Cold hands of consequence
touching, crushing us.
Bemoaning the moment
now summoned
from our rash, offending owing:
these deeds --
secretive, errant needs.
This bodily bliss now gone to spoil
from within the shadows
so often embraced without burden
in stolen furtive hours
of gasping, holy grapple.
That torrid rapture.
We wallowed in true treasure
before the doleful eyes of God.

Now possessed with such sorrow
that would not abate
when from most foolish, heedless haste
was bred this horrid, wounded fate
that neither more time given
nor hope, reclaims.
Once discovered, we were stained.
The ache held plenty
so as to outweigh delight,
enough to ravage the lovelorn,
untamed mind.
We sighed out all passions --
surrendered what was dear
as offerings to fate unjust.
We shared no trust
in tomorrow’s unkind arms
that pilfered our pining, disquiet hearts
of their most personal effect.

The room’s fire long snuffed out from neglect,
all movement only dust and breath
as both settled upon the lifeless boards.
Together we prayed as never before
in most dark and sickly silence.
She kissed the floor
with her bended knees,
our hands held and trembled
in frightened grief.
Heads pressed to and bowed together
to beg reprieve.
Oh that loathsome, pitiless grief…
it’s affliction panged 'til morning.

And in the light we rose as ghosts –
hollowed strangers in our longing.
And our eyes spoke not a word
in this torpid, oppressive gloom.
Our hearts weary and averse
to any further transfer.
So stricken with pain,
all living light, enchained,
walked out the door with her.

At once, the day’s duties called
but all went slighted and unheard,
suddenly absurd and comfortless
in their performing.
Such was the full destruction
of this grim and labored

J.M. 2017

Playing with language. I was recently overcome with a vision I had of a man and woman from long ago, in mourning. From the scene I sensed a forbidden and passionate love that was in the process of it's painful death. So I gave it one last breath of life with this experimental piece.
Feb 5

I once devoured
the now forbidden fruit.
Rotten it had been
when I tasted it last.
Composted, yet,
not entirely, forgotten.
The tree took root
a few moons ago.
Where once composed
the soil,
of the seed,
of the fruit,
I now
try hard
to swallow

2-4-17 (C)

True love never truly dies.

Thanks for reading! K:)

Forbidden always attract the curious mind

It's like playing with fire

Once started, it can't be stopped

A zombie when going through symptom withdrawal

An addict needing the daily fix

The facts of life
#forbidden   #erotic   #addict   #taboo  

Forbidden always attract the curious mind
It's like playing with fire

Once started, it can't be stopped

Something forbidden always seem to be good
Jan 11

Are you not afraid of the mountains they have built and the oceans they are crashing against us?

I would traverse through those mountains and sail across those waves because I love you, it is as simple as that. I know you would do the same for me and we'd meet halfway because you love me too, it is as simple as that. But it is not that easy.

Maybe we should keep our maps, bring down the sails and say goodbye to the mountains, oceans and us. Maybe we should lock away our love deep within us and save it for another life.

Perhaps; in another universe, in another lifetime, in different circumstances, we would not even have to cross mountains and oceans just to find each other again.

Jan 6

Being in love with your best friend's partner is like revelling in the destruction of a tsunami.
You watch the waves roll and weave their way through the closing sky and yet you stand boldly on the beach front -
Arms open and eyes closed
The feeling of cracking wide inside you,
but you're a masochist, and the pain is your drug,
the only antidote to the touch of
The forbidden fruit.

Being in love with your best friend's partner is like tearing open all your bandaged wounds, just to let the salt rub them dry
again and again and

#love   #sadness   #forbidden   #sea   #salt   #bestfriend   #wounds  

Forbidden love.
Never meant to be,
But can that be true?
What stars in the sky reject it?
The law of gravity does not address it.
Free for all.
But why doesn't it feel free for me?
I can taste it on my tongue,
But why must I stop?
Why does this feel wrong,
When it is so right.
Euphoric connection,
Not a sexual relationship,
Just an intellectual one.
Years should not make a difference,
It's a sign of wisdom beyond my years,
Of which I want to embrace
Six years.
Lover of my mind.
Corrupt the rules.

Lady of Ravenhill
Lady of Ravenhill
Dec 27, 2016

She dreamt she was waiting
Behind the gates forever
yearning for a heathen’s salvation
Fated to stare into the blue gray void
That was always there,
Haunting her happiness

Yet designed never to be filled,
always empty
She is destined to be thin,
brittle and hungry
Thirsty for a sip of something
she can never taste

The sight of which beyond the bars
tempts her belief in hope
A pain disguised in handsome smiles
and new black suits
Singing her beautiful words
and blinking breathless looks

But it's her sinners curse
to watch behind her iron bars
Her tiny red tears appear
in straight beaded lines
Releasing empty hopes
from her untouched heart

She will let her sorrows dry and scab,
leaving nearly no marks
But sealing her in again,
locking the iron gates

@LadyofRavenhill 12/27/16
Dec 25, 2016

It feels so wrong to say this,
But I think I've liked you, since the first time we talked.

My friends would think I'm crazy if they knew that.
I don't know what to say..

You're cute,  but you're turning me brainless.
The worst part?

I kind of like it.

And I'm afraid to tell you that too.

I think I've fallen for someone I should get away from . I'm a mess
#angel   #frustration   #cute   #forbidden   #demon   #devil   #mess   #worst   #taste   #brainless  
Dec 21, 2016

It starts with a silent heartbeat in my ear
Seconds become hours in the cold December air
And I fall to my knees once again
As I bow down to the dark cloud hidden in my mind, a fire in my chest
I can hear my own breath in a crescendo
I can hear the snow turn to rain as heat rises
My cheeks red, my eyes grey
And I indulge in my darkest fantasies
Forbidden forests, minds lost
They cannot see us
Let us finally free ourselves with chains
Made for love lost. Forbidden. Hidden
Faster now, be still my heart
Darkness is good, my lord
Darkness is so good

#passion   #lust   #dreams   #dark   #mind   #forbidden   #fetish   #tabu  
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