i picture your hand on top of mine catching fire while i rub on your thigh i didn’t have expectations but you exceeded mine thunder stricken, hit it a second time wonder if you dreams look like mine your body draped in candle light
In bitter ink I dip my feather. My hands carve out A weathered letter. I hold the page Steady, it hovers Grazing the flame. Your name getting hotter, Til it crumbles to ashes - Catching fire at my altar.
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Oh the wax upon my fingers, burns of antecedent time; sticky and unpleasant. Drips of vagueness, like tears before bed. Crying appeal always so strange. The shape of you, a thin tall tower of white. Sometimes red, as my eyes staring at the dark's only light.
Scented in desire, an orange jelly at her centre, I'd love you only now, but what of later's pleasure? The winds of my lungs kills the light, with it's dues of pressure. Ssssttt—goes the after echo, of wet fingers on wick. Feeling an empty dark without you around.
If only we could be lifted gifted a chance to love I threw mine away in the cold shadowy day.
I would of gave you grace bled my out stretched arms given up all my magic charms for one night with you I am a poet I feel things deeply
And yet I can’t imagine a world where we are together your eyes of soft radiance glowing all seeing all knowing your smile lights my dreams candle lit scenes and forever I hear your voice entangled in my head like my dreams.
There was a light I was trying to find in the darkness to which I was consigned when I saw your candle floating in the nether until then I thought I might be blind succumbing to a manic mind once we got together a most glorious endeavor for a bit of time things couldn't get better then everything died.
I saw a soul in a machine I saw more than you'd believe just from your candle glow just before the wind would blow I'd see you twisting in gusts blistering before taking off like a kite flying into the perilous night.
You left me hanging like the voluminous cumulus clouds above me looking so lovely thunder banging becoming a sun screen and it won't stop raining inching into the umpteens with no way of draining and me still looking for something.
I guess I shouldn't be so easily triggered knowing the time we spent was just for rent my text no longer says sent but delivered so I wonder where you went leaving me here to wither I thought you were a giver but now I lie alone to shiver in the cold draft of my bedroom your presence in my head looms like an undead's tomb living without life just dread and doom without you just maybe mights through Hades nights with heavy gloom under a shady kite for which I've lost the handle I was looking for light and you gave me just a candle.
A sigh is a barebacked rider, soundless along a sandy coast, A candle tipped with starlight, wheeling in a cosmos of smoke, A firefly floating on the ruins of the wind like a winged gyroscope, A skull in the stomach whose teeth are my own and breathes With Babel’s thousand tongues telling fragrant untruths.