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A cooling zephyr blew across Union Hill and twisted and turned Until it was caught in a dream, Tangled in ribbons of reflective light... Light that was amplified by her Grace and cerulean eyes, Like burning cobalt In an eventide sky. The profound depth of her mere Being was enough to hold me Down, something gravity Could ne'er do. As I looked behind her Bright stained glass windows, I witnessed every beautiful Objectification. Sometimes, I swear I could hear the Song of myself ringing in her tears, Dying in love in those cries With nothing more than a sweet embrace. I began to feel a foreboding Sense of impending happiness Dwelling among the empty chambers Of my restless mind as though it were... A ghost... Haunting my soul at its very apex, Flooding my arteries with Love's summer venom... Sweet like her sugarcane Kisses... Warm to the evanescent touch, Yet cold to the efflorescent taste. Oh, how light flowed Forth from her tender fingertips, The same fingertips that touched My face at midnight... That witching hour we spent together, Killing each other's Sullen loneliness until Time and white silence lulled us to sleep. By every passing moment in the Sensuous manifest we call Romance, the light cuts me Deeper with its rusty blade... And disarms my final breath... "No more, no more", And forevermore. I fall weary in my crimson tide As she draws me near and nigh With her soft spoken words And enamored sigh. I am drowning in her August Light but My Bleeding Heart bleeds for hers, every night.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
August Light and The Bleeding Heart
A cooling zephyr blew across Union Hill and twisted and turned Until it was caught in a dream, Tangled in ribbons of reflective light... Light that was amplified by her Grace and cerulean eyes, Like burning cobalt In an eventide sky. The profound depth of her mere Being was enough to hold me Down, something gravity Could ne'er do. As I looked behind her Bright stained glass windows, I witnessed every beautiful Objectification. Sometimes, I swear I could hear the Song of myself ringing in her tears, Dying in love in those cries With nothing more than a sweet embrace. I began to feel a foreboding Sense of impending happiness Dwelling among the empty chambers Of my restless mind as though it were... A ghost... Haunting my soul at its very apex, Flooding my arteries with Love's summer venom... Sweet like her sugarcane Kisses... Warm to the evanescent touch, Yet cold to the efflorescent taste. Oh, how light flowed Forth from her tender fingertips, The same fingertips that touched My face at midnight... That witching hour we spent together, Killing each other's Sullen loneliness until Time and white silence lulled us to sleep. By every passing moment in the Sensuous manifest we call Romance, the light cuts me Deeper with its rusty blade... And disarms my final breath... "No more, no more", And forevermore. I fall weary in my crimson tide As she draws me near and nigh With her soft spoken words And enamored sigh. I am drowning in her August Light but My Bleeding Heart bleeds for hers, every night.
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EphemeralRain
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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