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Nimbus Mar 2018
I can no longer hide
My soul ignited

once disparaged
I long to share it

The chills in my spine put into words

Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin

What is this sensation

I drip colors you cannot see

Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch

Raw emotion channeled as such

My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust

I do not fear it
I can hear you blush

My favorite sound

Our souls combust
My restless soul longs for something fulfilling
Nimbus Mar 2018
Longing to escape his clutches
A subtle begging for aggressive touches

A breeze is building

Something soft
She sees the risk but wonders the cost

Constant hunger needs constant filling
This yearning insider her wont stop spilling

Torment lined with silver
A blooming darkness deep within her

A glint of light appears afar

Beauty and tragedy
A dying star

The wind is coming

She can feel my scars
A pain that can't be seen

Cracked lips fill with sensual screams

The freedom she seeks
Adaptive and flowing

The storm is here

The wind stops blowing
I can see her, despite her attempts to hide.
Nimbus Feb 2018
A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting

Something dark
An elusive charming

Velvet eyes that see no scarring

They see appeal
A dripping deal

An illusion of trust
A ******* of lust

Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain

The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain

****** soothing leads to romantic bruising

How long can i refrain
a passionate encounter foreshadowing heartbreak
Nimbus Feb 2018
I could only see through altered sensory

Clearly drowning subconsciously
Open wide beneath dark clouds brewed consciously

The familiar breeze that once calmed me

I no longer feel

She only qualms me

The mentally numb have become physically sick
I can't stand the rocking on this ship

So accustomed to life at sea

Flashes of lightning dance with me
A tearstained deck under my feet

I loved the taste

It smelled sweet

The salt and the sweat
All of our heat
A season of life
Nimbus Feb 2018
Shades of green with rising steam

She breathes

A familiar fog

I remember this heat
Does it remember me

His ink begins to bleed

Usually alone but sometimes prone
Temporarily lost in copper tones

I feel teeth sink
I feel skin rise

Green meets copper
They lock eyes

Much is said with little spoken
Green and copper mend whats broken

Melting together

The water is thick

Tension on the surface finally rips

No more restraint
They feel passion and pain

Numb lips i love the way you drip
A recent love affair
Nimbus Feb 2018
A sad conversation from a man in the back

He speaks low
In melancholy tones of brass

A picture of the darkest bloom amidst a dim light

The waning moon

He speaks louder and i begin to see the flower
Faded but glowing

Wilted yet growing

A rose in between life and death
Clinging to life but enjoying decay

The conversation stops

His words fade
A picture of the moon and tones of brass remain

At last i see it

Lost lovers enjoying decay
heartbreak shapes a boy into a man

— The End —