Dizzy

Disbelief, sadness...
an apology in the making.
Confusion, sorrow...
where is strength now?
The aftermath is difficult,
perspective changes all...
cruel barbs flung
unthinking
cannot change it now
Words, words, words...
Will not take all the blame.
Lying on a cold hard floor,
voices in my head...
perspective is a cruel thing,
possibilities left and right.
I see, I hear, I feel, I speak
the filter sometimes absent...
Cold and dead
Alive and well
I write...I write...

Contemptable Weakness

rapacious fool
honey on your lips
lust and lies in your eyes
heat from your loins
desire in your touch
my weakness in mortal form
irresistible to my nature

A Plea

i stand in front of majestic waves
on the sandy shore of my future
my arms are spread open wide
the wind is in my hair
salt spray washes over my willing body
on a brightly moonlit night
oh peaceful stars embrace me
bring comfort to your child

Conflicted

She bends, she bows, so beautifully,
so graceful in her worship.
A willing slave to her own desires,
to the familiar always repeating.
impulsive
reactive
Her flexible nature a curse in itself
for she contorts to their every whim.
She chases freedom across fiery skies
yet craves still shackles and collar.
honest
loving
willing

Betrayed, an Awakening

Lately she's been blinded by hope
and seduced by potential in life.
Her trusting heart, though strong,
has been betrayed yet again tonight.
Whether intended platonic or more,
a lie is a lie is a lie.
Circular patterns repeating themselves,
but the ride merely stops this time.

The demon rises mighty dark,
stopped dead cold in his tracks.
He takes a breath and swallows hard,
and then wisely takes a step back.
The angel rises glorious light,
tonight clothed all in black.
Smiling vengeful and vindictive,
she slowly draws her sword.

At her core she is soft
of that there's no mistake.
'Tis oft forgot by and by tho
the steel 'round her heart.
Scared and naive, hardly she
tested by the trials of life.
Bitter strength forged and temper'd
then hardened in the fires.

He feels the breath of destiny
hotly on the nape of his neck.
But every time he turns to see,
she laughs and dances back.
Oh he who thinks himself so strong,
oh he who stands so proud.
Ascended fool, still so blind,
still stubborn, small, and young.

Today the Universe gave her a gift,
her gratitude knows no bounds.
She was shown that which she desires,
something coveted above all else.
Shining truth in all its bitterness,
honesty painful though true.
The huntress rests, licking her paws,
and dreams of a mate worth her time.

Anticipation

Fear bubbles up.
crippling
unwanted
unasked for
The well of emotion,
buried for so long.
it was assumed dry
Volcanic pressure builds,
threatens to explode.
Discipline.
Composure.
Longing...

The Dance

My eyes fill with tears,
threatening to spill into the ether.
Memories of what-might-be,
underneath a full crystal moon.
They dance, jabbing and sparring,
anticipating each other's next move.
Distracted by words, fascinated by thoughts,
each draws the other in a little more.
Defenses lowered, but still wary,
they face each other,
both battling the arch-enemies hope and fear.
Formidable opponents, breathtaking allies.
Oh my, words on a page...

The two stand before one another.
Naked, unmasked.
Vulnerable.
All the veils have been dropped,
all pretenses have been shed.
They have come out of curiosity,
out of longing, and in spite of their trepidation.
Tiptoed into a public room,
magnificent wild beasts, strong and proud,
both drawing stares from the assembled crowd.
Focussed. Wary.
Subconscious voices whispering secret intentions
the conscious mind refuses to acknowledge.
Pillars of flame, blinding in their intensity.