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MoonChild Aug 2013
‎'Did I leave a mark?
like a lyric burned into skin,
the graffiti of my soul
did it leave a stain?
Does it make you itch at times,
irritate,infatuate,remind you
that I was there,
that I still am'......
MoonChild Aug 2013
The Gypsy Boy,The Goddess and the Troubadour...
Did alight upon me with soft wings that night..

The Gypsy boy,the link that holds it all together,
His strength not revealing his deep,deep anguish,
His weariness of a world that tries to jade him,
it never shall succeed....

The Goddess,such soul,
I am humbled by her spirit,her love like a warmth,
She looks to the Gypsy boy,eyes bright with hope,
She knows us this Goddess,
She sees us all....

The Troubadour with his lyrics,
That share the story of who he is,
To those who may be listening,
I think I heard him amongst the fascination,
Play me Troubadour,
See the storm that is in me......

The Gypsy boy,The Goddess and The Troubadour.....
You move me......
MoonChild Aug 2013
.
A virtual touch
rips me wide,exposed,
filled again by the storm of his love.
A mind vast with tendrils of vision,
don't stop,I said,don't stop
I touch the skin of my throat and see his face,
don't stop,don't stop...
MoonChild Aug 2013
dazzle,daze,unfaze
strip,soak and despair
no god here but him
he rose above himself
bigger than his body
his senses soar
his hunger roars
insatiable......
MoonChild Aug 2013
Vast and sensory
feline roars and feeds,
half closed eyes
lips licking
blood rushes through me,
veins and vanity,stroked...
MoonChild Aug 2013
Le Luna sees you Gypsy boy
gazing upon you
she recognises you
like a peice of music never forgotten.

Le Luna hears you Gypsy boy
she listens as you convey your truth
she hears your silent screams.

Le Luna touches you Gypsy boy
and feels beneath your skin
your mask
feels your dreams
so tactile.

Le Luna thanks you Gypsy boy
for seeing beyond
for hearing her truth
for touching her so deeply....
MoonChild Aug 2013
Lyrics unsung
cries to the moon
dreams not yet realised
notes and nuances
dance upon the air
to be caught
so tactile
sifting through me
filling crevices
overflowing
violin strings
fragility and strength
taste,touch,sound
love.
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