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Midnight and I'm aching
Stylus to screen and I'm shaking
Nothing left to write
But I'm scribbling
Note after note
And I'm slipping
Memories twisting my vision
Reality's fake but I'm living
Love letters, bitemarks and
I'm drifting
To maybes and would'ves
Beginnings
Drowning out chapters
Without you
Lost in the thought
And I doubt you
Wanting only to believe that you were real
Not a dream in a moment of twilight
Zoned in on pleasure and starlight
Cursed by the gods of moonlight
That every kiss and word
Trailed tongue
And covered whisper
That every moment fading
You missed her
By her, of course me,
Though I wasn't your only
And yet that cross on my tongue
Delivered you, Holy
Cause blinded by beat, knowing
I still didn't,
Won't care
All that ever mattered was
You and me
There
Here
In this moment
That no longer is
No more pages
Or chapters, stained lips
Done......Fin
Fiending
For even the slightest taste of you
Obsessing and suppressing
Urges to write to you
To beg you to listen
To the want that you feel
To need of my skin
Silk strap of my hair
To ****** you to piercing
My eyes with your own
Allowing me entrance
Through chamber of stone....
Rambling, I'm Ranting
Got an itch for your ******
Breathless, I'm panting
Cause alone I'm undone
Trembling and chanting
"You must move on"
Shower's steaming
Pandora and starfucked songs
Nothing is said and she's giving up
Crying now
aching for a simple touch
Naked now
Drowning
Yet in water you're near
Eyes closed and you're holding me
Disappear
Only when sight
And the droplets hit the tile
Only in ghosts of a stand still while
Only for seconds of traveling souls
How the **** do I end this
Poems and prose
What more to say
You already know
Laying it down
Ever so

S
L
O
W

Sleepless........

©MV
I came across my reflection....

The marks you left
Had faded
And no matter how hard I stared,
Or how much I blinked,
I could not make the stain
Of your lips
Reappear.....

And so,
I touched myself
Just there,
But didn't flinch,
Could not feel the ache of your bite,
Your kiss....
Nothing but a ghost
Haunting my skin...
Teasing me with chills,
Reminiscent of your tongue.....

You were missing...

I was missing you....

©MV
Careful my heart.......
We wouldn't want the world to feel your wrath...
No, no....beat slow....
Leave it to pass....
They are unworthy of such an honorable death....
Leave them wallow in their misery...
Though broken, you are far too great,
To waste your energy on their stupidity...
Rest my heart....
Calm in your darkness..
Slower heart.....steady...
Let go.....
Beat, beat, beat.....
S
L
O
W

And so the thunder fell silent,
All because she said so........
For Her....

©MV
Heart, wrath, thunder
I wonder if you think of me
Do you lay in bed and drift
Do you find yourself aching for my touch,
The taste of my lips
The scent of my hair,
My skin, curve of my hips

Do you ever repeat them,
You know, those words
Do you ever pull the covers over your head
And whisper them into the darkness
Like that night,
I pretended I hadn't heard
Just so you would say them again
Which I'm sure you already know

Do you ever want to write,
To tell me you miss me so
Do you toss and turn all night
Remembering my smile
Though I had to go

Do you remember my tongue on your spine
Tracing your Dragon
Do you bite your lip, close your eyes
Do you lose yourself within thought
Of thighs and sighs,
That smirk and intense gaze
Do you ever say my name

How about when it rains,
When the winds howl,
Do you ever feel me on your skin
A soft caress of perfect sin
Does your heart do flip flops
As you try to fight its want
Listening more to head than gut
If only I knew, if I still got you hot
If you even slightly thought
Or rather, missed, a want

If I was more than just nights of passion
And singularly
If you ever felt slightly
Enamored of me...
Do you ever?
Are you now,
Hopefully....

Don't forget
Promise
Sometimes
Think of me?

©MV
Somewhere between sane and insane dwells the lonely poet's soul.
~
~
I've lived a thousand lives
And died a thousand deaths
Within the pages of my notebooks
~
~
he goes searching for love in the wrong ways
guided in directions by bedsheets and lost
by indulgence in the temporary
decadence and narcissism
-
a mapless journey lead in the retrospected
direction of peer fulfilled gratification,
met already past the point of no return
by a social gathering of perceptions
and conceptions towards a tangible
reason
-
the smell of sweat,
consecutive exhales and inhales
pinpoint reminders after the fact,
held tight by only bedsheets,
watching her get dressed
pulling what she wore out
that night over a coiffure
of tangled penitence
as it rises above the
neck of her shirt
-
sitting admit the marrow
of vision lies an exiting
woman, usually
brown hair, sometimes blonde,
behind the marrow lies thoughts
of penance that digs and widens
the crevice of perception
deeper and deeper
-
at times of stagnant intimacy,
intimacy that redefines ephemeral,
retrospected notions replay
and stain the mind of
women,
usually brown hair,
sometimes blonde
-
by this time
he rode the the wrinkles
on the bedsheets too far
destined to temporarily
subside the loneliness,
only to find out in the present
that the destination reached
has a population so nullified
that where he came from
was far better off.
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