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michael gagain Aug 2014
Your razor wit
slices the air
an unleashed firestorm
of degrading expression...

Words that mutilate the soul
my very existence
the essence of my being
you've poured gas on my love...

You stand
match in hand
consuming me, devouring
taunting, annihilating...

****** my mind
my body, my soul
throw the match coward
I'll see you in hell...
michael gagain Aug 2014
The street is quiet other than a insistent
pecking noise coming from the rooftop

**** bird...

He slipped in ever so quietly,
through an unlocked rear door.
pausing just in time,
as to not stumble over a toy fire engine...

He stopped just inside her bedroom door
just for a minute...oh how he loved the sound of the rain,
as it danced on the tin roof...

Then he saw her
just enough moonlight peeking through the window,
to see the outline of her beautiful form under the thin sheet.

He watched with passion in his eyes,
as her ample ******* heaved with every breath.
he moved closer to the edge of the bed,
he could see the goose bumps rise on her olive skin
as the early July breeze demanded attention...

He knelt at her side, she stirred Just a bit,
he pulled the sheet up past her waist to comfort her.
her long brunette locks spilling over the bedside
kissing the floor...

He had all the admiration and respect in the
world for the beauty that lay before him,
knowing she would never betray her husband...

He could only have her in his mind.
or her words, which seldom bled lust.
his desires elude her, taunt her...

Running his fingers through her pretty hair
he leaned in closer taking in her fragrance.
listening to the rain...he closed his eyes
as to dream of her...

Opening his eyes, he wiped away a tear
lowered himself to her ear,
softly whispered...I love you... and kissed her cheek.

He rose from the bed,
breathing deeply as he stared at her husband
lying next to her.

Placing a single rose in her hand
he turned and silently left the room,
missing her already,
he stepped back outside, looking up into the
raining sky....knowing
he can never have her...
michael gagain Aug 2014
Hiding within her own shadow
she creeps along grasping for the wall.
the chain tugs at her ankle in excruciating pain.
no longer in her own mind
she wanders...

Where am I ?  how did I get here ?
she escapes into an obsidian realm,
with which she can breathe.
hiding in the Beauty of a ghost,
disclosing reality to one alone...

Routine constitutes life,
shackled by love,
bound by a quill
losing her will...

Rising from the dark,
no longer to hide.
she is a beautiful thing
this rose will confide...

Life anew upon her broken parts
she now has reason
interjected reality
hope
a light...at the end of this tunnel we call life...
michael gagain Aug 2014
The years have traced her
like an eternal Goddess,
her beautiful lochs fall upon perky *******.
each curl an unfurling strand
in a silver streaked mane of madness.
gorgeous, divine, flowing gently
In the rhythm of her movements.
shrouding her pretty face,
cheek bones high, smile wide,
The hair of all hair lives, gives,
demands my breath, I freely give.
only an occasional glimpse do I so treasure,
silvery sheen, sun kissed, so blessed,
gorgeous...
michael gagain Aug 2014
The rain fell hard, cold,
like pelting pebbles.
yet he was erotically aroused
by it's constant pounding,
knowing what awaits him at the end of the path
he increased his speed nearly falling over himself...

By the time he saw the glow of the most beautiful eyes he'd
ever seen, he was drenched to the bone.
now his excitement turned to uncontrollable trembling,
she was more stunningly beautiful than he had remembered.

A raven sat upon her shoulder, as to say "she's mine"
almost as though he was smiling at me.
the rain only enhanced her beauty, as to give her a
mystical aura about her...

With struggling steps, I inched ever closer to this Goddess,
I paused...she raised her hand and slowly called me to her with her finger.
when I was just in front of her, she smiled and said "I've been waiting for you"

Then he saw it, his jaw dropping open like a marionette
tangled in it's strings...
she was dry, pouring down rain like it never had before
she was as dry as warm summer day.

He stood in awe...her beautiful hair, perfect.
he stammered...How...How...she put her finger to his lips
as to hush him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, working it up the back of his neck, stroking his hair.
she pulled him closer to her...closer, then nuzzling his neck
she nibbled at his ear, and whispered...you know you want me,

The heat of her breath alone sent him reeling, his mind going in ten different directions, all leading to the beauty before him..
she then pulled his head back with his hair and kissed his lips,
a teasing kiss.
tenderly she brought him back to her lips again,
from the corner of his eye he saw the Raven perched on a rock...watching intently...his eyes deliberate...

She nibbled on his lower lip...parting his lips with her tongue
she drove her tongue deep into his mouth, like her tongue was on a mission, had a life of it's own. he returned his tongue to her and the two stood in the pouring rain, like nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him, her...and that **** bird.

He put his hand to her cheek...and the realm of bliss ceased
as he opened his eyes ..he wondered why he was fondling his pillow...
No...
No...
come back
It couldn't of been...

That's why he remembered her on the path,
he had dreamed of her before...he remembered, last time they didn't kiss...
what shall happen the next time he sleeps....
michael gagain Aug 2014
Dirt of the Devil stains my soul,
monsters invade my blackened mind,
horrible hallucinations heighten...

Reality vacated, vulnerable, vanquished,
overpowering lapse of intellect, Imagination, ingenuity,
persistent, pungent.  pain...

You've invaded my being,
you long escape, enshrined, escalating,
I feed your beast, their is no release...

One for eternity,
the darkness is you, the darkness is me
trapped forever,
to never be free...
michael gagain Mar 2014
Darkened soul

amongst  shadows

fire dancers

apparition to ashes...

Sulfuric redolence

bodies undead

nightly cold breeze

voices in your head...

Noise in the attic

slamming of a door

creaking on stairs

footsteps across the floor...

Under blankets

shaking to the core

wondering what you saw

There's nothing there at all...
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