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Turn out the lights

and let me drown

in passion's darkness.

Play blind

and read my body's braille;

find me in pieces

letting fingers

paint designs.

Crawl beneath my skin and

fill my hunger.

Mold me, make me

malleable and melting

as you permeate my senses.  

. . . And l will trace you too,

traveling across your uncharted map.

Darling you are my ocean

my new country, each inch of you

touched and tasted as new routes

are discovered and pinnacles climbed.

Close your eyes

and feel the tickling of my unseen hand

through the darkness

of this forever night.
DAD... DAd... Dad... .... ... dad.
It's cold out here.
Please just let me in,
Even if it's for a second.
Dad, please... why is the door locked?
Why won't you let me in?
I know you're there, with her.
I don't want to be out here.... Please.

DAd... Dad... ....
It's dark out here
Please don't go to far,
Stay near me!
This started off as fun but not anymore
Please don't leave us out here,
The words are no place for children...
Now she's crying, please don't leave!?!

Dad... ....
You no longer come and get us,
I didn't want to go back anyway.
But no explanation, no reason why.
You hit us, swore, let him hurt us badly,
Why? That's all I ask.
I see you've got a new family now,
You treat that little girl so well...
What make sure her so special?

... ....
I'm eleven years old and you stood there like a coward,
I spoke my mind, the truth.
Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I shouldn't have a voice!
You and your dad told me I was worthless, a failure, a *****
You crushed me that day, tore away my confidence...
A man who was supposed to love, never loved me at all...
StarMan out in the great beyond
How you touched us all with your luminous song
The wondrous echos of your voice fades only in the presence of time
As the man who fell to earth
You left a mark
On each of our down trodden hearts
StarMan out in the great beyond
Always here and never gone.
In remembrance of David Bowie on the one year anniversary of his passing.
A moments magic excitement
of a daring plum sunset
passes into a verdant grey.
A seconds glorious heartbeat
moves on searching eternity
painting the forest dull once more.

© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
Lord of Green series, poem 10
 May 2016 Christina Jackson
For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.

And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.

You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.
Absolutely over the moon (if a little shocked) to see that this piece made the daily.  Thank you all so much for your comments - I promise to reply to you all individually at some point soon.  It was an extremely emotional, difficult, but ultimately cathartic write. Dedicated to our wee Shane, who we will never forget ***
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