breathing comes easily after i've made you ***
with the fluid motions of my love-sick tongue.
i could write about how our voices say no but our bodies agree,
they fit together so perfectly.
so i'll keep thinking of arrangements of words
to describe your touch, or how bad longing for you hurts.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Shrouded in darkness
The demons lie,
Waiting to terrorize
The innocent soul.
Twisting and turning
The touches of truth
Into something
The heart does not know.
And, in the darkness where demons dwell
And fear feeds the flower of deceit,
Only the hunger that you feed the most
In the end will be what you believe.
By: Linda Duncan
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC