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~ On the Darkest Night of the Year ~



On the darkest night of the year,

i follow you through this darkness here,

and like a shining bangle on your wrist

i will worship & confess~



i will follow you to the orchard then,

be you sister or be you friend

and offering secrets not mine alone

tell your heart as if it were my own~



Shall i sing of things to come,

of things not found, of things unknown?

and speak of questions, not yet asked

of all that's gone, of all that's past?



For we are more than what's left behind

creatures of another time

weaving our gowns from borrowed thread

of what we are and what we've been~



so i will follow you, where you go

discover you still from what i've known

and like that threading in your dress

i will worship and confess~

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TheVampyreNico
22:38 May 08 2008

I love it just wonderful piece.

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modi
13:35 Jun 19 2008

Very moving and sensitive. Romantic.

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Angelus
15:54 Aug 01 2008

aw, that's haunting & beautiful and ..

I loved it!

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~ Invoke ~



Pressing my fingertips to the soft curve of your mouth,

i call you out from darkness, willing you to me

In dreams i move silent to seek you out

drawing back the sheets, i invoke thee



Focus that keen and wandering thought upon me,

put aside your watchful god

lose yourself in what the goddess has bestowed me

prick your finger upon this rose



My lips repeat every gesture,

my hips follow the plan of your hands,

you say you've known this a thousand years

i drink your soul and you understand...



That i could conjure your lust with my kisses,

spin your desire into the hem of my cloak,

wear your mouth like a charm between my breasts

and taste the shudder that i provoke.

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HellsGuardian69
17:46 Apr 30 2008

Very nice,i enjoyed this one

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JSWayne
13:44 Jan 27 2011

This is gorgeously erotic, and I love the lush imagery. Beautiful!

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~ Fire & Wane ~



That night in the forest,

you said that my hair

reminded you of pale fire

as it lay across your thighs.



That night beneath the canopy,

when the rain came finally,

green smoke lit the branches

and drifted into its height.



You said that i was

your deep end of the ocean,

that my saltiness

made you thirsty for more,



and as we made bare shelter

of arms and boughs and

the soft curve of the gully

where the rain had poured-



i became that fire for you,

my skin the wane of the moon

and making us a temple of the evergreen

we slept in its silence like a womb.

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markus666
03:14 Jun 06 2008

Reading this poem, looking into your eyes, thru the hills of Ireland...Ahhh, just Imagination...Thanks!

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