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Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Devotion of the heart
Enslavement of the soul
What love is uniquely crafted as ours
Though every night I am unable to physically touch you
My presence is ever evident
Your love is ever encompassing
I love you as a man art to love the creator
The greatest sin, one that caused the downfall of humanity itself
Yet it is a sin I take pleasure in committing
Do not pray for my soul as if it is lost for it has found home in your tender affection and loyalty to me; to us

Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
The words uttered from my lips can never encompass the depth of love and adoration for this divine
My physical eyes will never understand her beauty in it's eternity
It is only my soul that can see the masterpiece, the muse
Only my very essence can understand the grandiose of the majestic cherry blossom
There is no touch like hers more precisely no love like hers
No woman could humble me
No woman can ease my soul
Thus she is not a woman
She is much more and has so much more to offer
She is a Goddess

Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Ice upon bare skin
Limbs bond by silk sashes
Helpless and unable to breathe
The pressure of the air caused by your very demons are like weight upon your breast.
As skin touches skin
As the atmosphere becomes gradually more tense as the two of them merge
As the heat of your body is disturbed by my cold touch as well as fragments of ice that navigate you as ships do the sea
Aimlessly wondering in places they should not go
Then your body truly begins to mirror the ocean.
The once conservative flower which oozed nectar has become a waterfall
Overflowing, nonstop
Your eyes that were once filled with curiosity, excitement and innocence are now the very embodiment of intimacy, they are indulgent and filled with lust
A mind that races
A body that spasms uncontrollably
A voice that beckons because the soul is overwhelmed by such sensations
Is the sweetest music that echoes within an empty room
Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
I wish my eyes were made of glass,
Each one mirroring a different reality
One consumed by time one consumed by my emotions
Look into my blank canvas of a face where you saw nothing and others saw art
Gaze into my eyes and see your reflection Narcissus
How you have lost your will and let this world metamorphosis you into Darian Gray
Yes see what the world perceives you as and gaze into my other eye seeing what you truly are glimpse the figment of beauty you were and the treacherous creation you are today.
You were an erogenous sight for my soul
Like a flower's first blossom
However I have watched that flower wither and lose every gorgeous petal
That's why I wish my eyes were glass because at least your reflection would have kept you entertained
For from the very beginning I saw everything and now I see nothing in the walking carcass that stands before me
You were so beautiful before I knew the person you are
Before you left my heart with scars
Sheets cover in tears and mind overflowing with nightmares.
Sometimes I wonder if it is better to live in this torment or die here
I wish I go back and talk myself out of that moment
The moment I became you
The man in this mirror
Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Understand that I isolate myself for the purpose of doing the impossible
To be become the impossible
For I thought to myself "I'm possible"
Possible of finding love
Of creating something beautiful
Of inspiring those who will hear what little remnants of my name stay intact
However I'm entitled to nothing
And my existence will mean nothing
Nothing so I thought
However every moment of time has left an impression
I have left a dent in your mind
The very existence of us
The very destruction of us
Maybe it's unforeseen rebirth
Is or will be a memory
And that memory
Will haunt us whenever we are alone
Understand that and accept it
As we each crave for flesh
For tender lips
Sheets dampened by intimacy
And something to satisfy our Sadistic appetite
We are nothing but empty vessels
Even though for that split moment we have feelings of
Satisfaction
Bliss
How long is it before reality collapses on us
How long is it before we realise that a human is cursed to love and that lust is not love
How long before you realise the very existence of you and I
Is it not because God no longer wish to be alone
That's why everyday we search for our better or more realistically lesser half
And everyday we fail one other unintentionally looking for perfection
However it is in our nature to have just that our desire to be something that we aren't
However the demons dance
The angels sing
And everything will remain the same
And today was the day I destroyed everything I wanted to protect to hold dear
to love and cherish
Another night I cry on my pillow
Unable to bear it
I wrote more than three poems about her, only girl to show me the embodiment of love
I would kiss the earth her feet walked upon
She was so much more bigger than me than us so then I thought there could never be an us
The most ethereal soul, kindest heart, and beautiful mind
Someone I could spend my life with or even until the end of time
The graceful butterfly you ever see
That's why I walk the streets at night to put my soul at ease
Though it's not with me my dying wish and last prayer is that you remain happy please.
Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Know that every coin has two sides
That behind the cover of every book lies a story
So for every deep and beautiful thought in my mind
Simultaneously a manifestation of debauchery is created
So disregard every pure image, intention, and desire my mind has used to guise itself.
There is no good in man
There is no innocence in my eyes
There is no flesh I do not crave to sink my teeth in.
Fallen Under The Moonlight
Foreword
Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Darkness my brother
How pure of form and transcendent you are
So sterile the void is, a blank canvas whose nothingness brought forth creativity and inspiration
Devour the loving, glowing warmth of my heart and luminous nature of my kinder soul
Embrace me my brother turn me into the shadow of the night
Give me the primordial wisdom and piercing gaze
Even a fragment would keep me unrivalled by anyone but King Solomon



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