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if she submits just so
if she contorts to the worlds twisted vision
her breathing becomes quick
and her hands silhouettes
mimicry of ritualistic love

if she submits just so
the world will see
and snow will fall warm as summers day
quick will be slow
hurt will be healed
and the difficult will be easy
as easy as his smile back when he loved her
and things will be the way they were
before

her thin fingers
on the window panes frost
etch panoramas fine line drawings of loves triumphs
a garden where hope blooms
where beauty and happiness are one in the same
in the smile he shared with her back before
before...

washed and trimmed to measurable perfections
she kneels in the strange halflight of the worlds eye
and waits for the settling dust to speak
for the haze on the window to illustrate
for the clocks silent mechanical action to cease
waits for the world to change her

her breathing quick and measured as she leans with perceptions
to any sound of approaching footfall
but the only sound that pierced the thick darkness
was that of the worlds slow decay
if she could only
but hes been gone for so long
that smile
his sweet smile while he loved her

if she contorts to the worlds twisted vision
if she submits just so
the world will see
shes a good girl
and snow will fall warm as summers day
it will be as it was before
before
he will come back
and snow will fall warm as summers day
Wrap yourself in me tonight

let darkest dreams appear 

Fear nothing now, for you are loved 

there are no monsters here
Nos Da is Goodnight in Welsh. I've been reading horror alone in bed again, so this is my sleepy attempt at self soothing.
 May 2014 Michael Amery
Hayleigh
And those pretty little firefly's
that used to illuminate
the sockets of your eyes
must have been soaked up by your crys
must have fizzled out and died,
inside of you.
Because there's no longer
that burning light
that used to ignite a room
And put the stars to shame.
And since they died out,
you haven't been the same.

And honey, i can try to ignite them again,
With all i have,
But I've done all i can do
darling the match lies in you.
 May 2014 Michael Amery
Hayleigh
As the ink sinks into the paper
i burrow deeper
inside of myself, until i am lost
in words, alliteration, commas and
full stops
to crop my faults
and tie my edges together
sew myself,
with rhythmic leather
in an attempt to hold secure
My frayed mentality,
conceal the reality,
That i have fallen apart,
Glue together new beginnings and fresh starts,
With ink at the heart,
Of it all.
Every breath I take reminds me I'm alive
My uniqueness survives my weakness,
my illness has given me a strength, that,
I never knew existed.
My health is deteriorating, failing,
day by day, but despite these facts,
I can say "******* MS" I'm staying
at least a while longer!
I'll never give up, or give in, without a scream, or a fight.
You have stealth, I have a wealth of love
You have insubstantiality, I have no regrets
You have pain, I have gain.
Through my pain, fatigue, depression and laments,
I've gained a friend, ME.
© JLB

Diagnosed in 2008 with MS. 2008 I could walk,run, and jump, but most importantly I could wear heels! Now, in a chair left side as weak as a kitten, but still as stubborn as the day I was born.
Softly swishing on the air, a breeze gets caught in my room.
The gentle air does little to cool the fire ablaze on the bed.
Shallow breathing fans my ear, as I lie across your chest.
The rise and fall of your torso remind me of the rise and
fall of us during, this, our final night alone.
Summer is turning to autumn, soon the leaves will brown
and fall. How quickly a summer's night breeze can cool ardour.
Passion, heat, intensity all have seen the inside of this room.
What happens when they leave? Do they leave on the last breeze?
Tracing your body with my nails, I feel you stir, yet you murmur
her name. You moan and arc your back, a droplet of sweat rolls
down your neck, catches in the hollow, glistening, listening.
I lift my head and dart my tongue to your neck, lick the sweet sweat,
and know that when the weather breaks, and the breeze turns clouds darker with rain, you and I will be here again
© JLB
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