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The snow is falling outside
Like the way I’m falling for you
It melts on the sidewalk
Like the way your eyes melt my heart
The whiteness is blinding
Just like your smile
This flurry outside,
Feels like my stomach inside,
When you’re by my side
Each snowflake is one of a kind,
Intricate, detailed, and refined
Exactly like you
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
I have fallen asleep in your dark waters
And lifted the heavy meniscus thereof
I have been cut off from identity
And returned with your love

My eyes have rolled like floating maraschinos
Aimlessly drawn to the vacant potential
Out of the pool of scattered images
The puppet master culled

Stories written by grey neurological
Fibers assembled appearance of array
Fastening to muscular reflexes
That danced to the display
 Oct 2014 Katherine
Xenna
It resides in the place; where as children we fear the most,
Darkness
He despises the light, for he can not touch it
As I lay under the sheets
He lurks in the shadows
Watching my every movement
He means no harm
At least he tells me

The thing, this creature,the monster
I do not fear him for he
Is
My friend
With white sharp teeth that glisten in the moonlight
With blood red eyes
His skin so black as darkness in
Which he conceals himself
He speaks the tales of himself
Of people who fear him

He wishes to belong
No he wants to be seen
But living in darkness is what people fears the most
But not me
 Oct 2014 Katherine
sarah
it would be foolish to say that you were ever mine

like making a claim to the sun only because you felt its heat

— The End —