She scribbles endlessly, ferociously
waiting for her true love to glance
  the aching in her wanton heart
pen'd in crimson's darkly hued soul
   inky passages of the past
when the sun still shine'd a'glow
   and all was write with the world

As the wind rushes over the moors
  she thinks of her Heathcliff'd dreams
reverie of timely love season'd skies
   when spring sprung eternally
old man winter was only a notion
  frozen in another's memories
  til stormy nights overcame the fantasy

Still, she revisits her place in the sun
  bleeding out on paper without conscience
a wavering inner voice triumphs demurely
   as emotions spill over the tethered wastelands
once a land of wide open lush filled pleasures
  this place now only a reminder of tormented defeat
yet, her resolve for passion's affection remains

I smiled in my mind sipping in your words
   coffee in hand, poems warming my intentions
a day without poetry is not my cuppa tea
    so much passion and emotion spilling forth
steaming pages to be fervently devour'd
      whets my appetite from within
fills my cup so it runneth over captivated in anticipation...

I see myself reflected back in creamy billows of frothy foam
          fettered in the dark richness of your brew

Languishing in these moments, sharing so many views
    fills my heart with gladness that we have collectively pen'd another day
a poet's ardent soul is meant to be shared and cherished
     like prayers on gentle winds they float en masse on wing'd spirits

I do so on this glorious day as you earnestly flutterby...

I longed to speak to death,
                        it was silent as a lark

Screaming at the night I sought truth
beg'd your return on a wing'd prayer
what sinister darkness looms overhead
words never heard, hearts bled black

Vengeance was never in my name,
revenge never part of the game

Whisper the secret of the ages in my ear
I'd die for you I swear, accept the broken flight
gone before the brilliant light was subdued
enslaved by the insanity of moonlit passages
******* in the valley of darkly trespasses
flickering in dusty stars of nightmare

Wolves bled you before the story was told
         silence is a steel drum ringing in my head
you were first to leap into the valley of despair
            I'd take your place if I could only hear
                 the voice of death pounding in my  heart

You wrote in Braille upon my heart
  tattoo'd  black etchings darkly lit
echoes of what was once impressionist art
     vanquish'd with a glance of thy sword
words not decipherable in the name of love
  inscribed delectation's sans an endorse'd mark
vintage designs deleted of scroll'd scriptures expression
   signature'd confessions bestowed within crimson's pen  
hush'd in unsettling breathless interpretations,
     blindly I followed til you resonate'd in barely touch

I soak you in as if a Picasso,
your masterful precision
sets my mind to artful awe
lush sweeps of brilliance as Monet
tones of Maestro's chords like Mozart,
*and a little boys heart
dress'd in Armani

Your untouchable promises
     chill'd in my veins
my fragile posies were left
           out in the frosted reign
swept me up in your darkly
                 abstruse sweetness
etch'd love songs
          on my skin's tremblings
prayers that were answer'd
          with sad weakness
lullabies dull'd my sensibilities
        and dying fortitude
fell on my knees upon
         my own strangled heart
rescuing  me from myself,
          you brush'd ***** tendrils aside
in contemptible silent sighs,
               from the depths of apathy
i need your emptiness to
      fill my void'd briny spirit
frosted over my convictions,
             i lie frozen in icy drifts of regret