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Night

1d Coleen Mzarriz

Jamesb

Night

Night falls without word
Of man nor word from thee
To me,
We have differing views
On contact you and I,
Contact between partners,
Contact between friends,

Conversation about what passes
Betwixt each of us
And any other,
Although you're prompt
To interrogate about clients
Which I understand given
Our past,

But as partners we have
Yet to settle on a path that
Permits us easy conversation
On anything and anyone,
And that loving trust
To which I for one do yet aspire
And we for two do need,

But we shall get there because
I shall not balk at the
Difficult subjects,
Nor turn away lest your
Rage arise again for
If it does then it must and
Its every demise will draw us

Closer

#love #rage #rehabilitation

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Hello, my wrinkle!

1d Coleen Mzarriz

Maria

Hello, my wrinkle!

Hello, my darling! How do you feel?
What are you doing? Don’t be so shy!
Don’t worry, honey, I won’t leave you.
Come on, go into! Maybe tea with a pie?

I’ve caught sight of you for a long time.
I’ve simply kept quite about it.
And before you noticed me yourself,
I studied you whole, to be truthful of it.

I knew we’d have to go inseparably
Though life together until the end.
I won’t deny, I wasn’t thrilled with
That part of journey. But I couldn’t contend.

I realize the years take their toll.
Don’t get me wrong. I will be sad a short time.
But I am sane and I am sighted.
And I conceive in whole that mine is mine.

I won’t cry and I won’t rueful.
I’m ready to take you all with no trace.
Come in, my wrinkle. You see, I’m not boring.
Come here! And let me hug you, my Grace!

It's a sort of salutary ode to the Wrinkle. :)) I hope you'll smile as I am. :))

#darling #shy #honey #life #years #wrinkle #grace

1d Coleen Mzarriz

where the flowers

1d Coleen Mzarriz

guy scutellaro

where the flowers

in the meadows above treeline
the wildflowers are in bloom
turning time into sunshine:
the indian paintbrush, green orchid,
yellow columbine, heart-leafed arnica

and climbing through the rain into sunshine
our shadows stretched across a cloud

and my love's surprise
echoes across the mountain side
to the bow river
and snow-covered mountain tops.

it is an angel's song, gentle and sweet
where the wildflowers bloom
and our hearts are always free.

Alberta.

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Her Name Was Winter

1d Coleen Mzarriz

vienna bombardieri

Her Name Was Winter

She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to  quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a  halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments  filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar,  March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !

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Appetite

1d Coleen Mzarriz

Dom

Appetite

I am a wolf among ravens,
A transient beast coated in black and silver,
My touch was tenebrous and cold,
Yet I feel your ache -
As unrequited moans ululate
While trembling fingers fumble in honied perversions
Picturing the unseen numinous shape,

I am but an appetite.

Hereupon the cusp of nightfall,
Hear the lugubrious wails crash the panes,
Stained glass refracting artificial,
If you close your eyes,
Look past empyrean gates
Into the coruscating twilight
You will find me there.

Would it be all that you dreamt?
If you could sate your hunger,
Fill your *** with swollen flesh,
Would you then feel the syncretic pull
Break like opposed magnetic ends,
Or is it the chase you crave?
The shadow that slakes pale fingertips in silken wet,
Expression digressions in such southern salivation.

Are you still hungry,
If I gave you the meal you crave;
Would the attention offered -
Provide solace and end your endless need,
Or will you still beckon for more?

I am but an appetite.

#dark #horror #romantic #vampiric #gothic #freeverse