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Sleep escapes me.



Behind the darkness of my eyes a replay of a throaty laugh and lovely smile



Dance, teasing and beckoning me to come closer



I follow into the realm of slumber



Indigo backdrop flaring white with jagged lightning strikes of clear truth



Ahead I see her and pound forward to reach



Like Orpheus running backward damning the consequences



Striking my lyre to give the sound of my heart's cries definition



And then we are there, circling and stalking



Defying, taunting, denying the gravitational pull



Of the center which draws us inexorably



Longing, toward that final, irrevocable event horizon



We probe and test the defenses



Dart in with blitzkrieg strikes against the walls



Then pull back to resume the universal dance of the minute and majestic alike



Pursued and fleeing, hunter and prey, we each play both roles



With flushed cheeks and pursed lips, fingers numb with terror as we



Seek the breaches and openings in adamantium-sheathed fear



As I grope blindly for the master key



Le mot juste that will open that final, obstinate door



But for now, let it be enough to know that my muse is there



Always with me no matter how long I must be away



Guiding my feverish mind and fear-frozen fingers



Striking the keys at a reckless pace



To tell her that she is, for now and as long as she wills,



My indigo muse, the one who wrings new stirrings from this jaded heart



Moves me to song and urges me to press forward



Down this dark road at the end of which lies another light by which I may see



And skirting those sacred and dreaded words



I simply say, "You know what I mean."



In my sleep, a smile twitches my lips



Because in some way beyond knowing, she has heard me



And understood.

Grant me the power to draw this sanctified moment out into eternity



That I may recall it in years when we have forgotten this feeling utterly



As you stretch out languid in the silvered indigo shadows



Turquoise eyes cutting the gloom to peer into my soul's windows.



My native wit has deserted me, I have no words to express



In one form the holy tabernacle, vestal virgin and patron goddess



The moon rides higher as my tongue turns to desolate ash



A crack of light answers the question you do not dare ask



To you I cross the room at the speed of a yearning thought



But in my mind I move with irredeemable sloth



I hurl myself off the razor's edge onto the sacred rocks



We reach for each other and in mutual safe harbor dock.

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VampireLily
13:43 Jan 27 2011

damn...i wish i had written this!

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I picture you lying upon silk sheets



Your hands clawed in the bedding



Face blushing a becoming crimson.



My eyes track down your body



Savoring the poetic expression



Of every protrusion, curve, and angle



Curious shadows dance upon the wall



Candlelit impressions of my hunger



Bear witness to you upon the sacrifical altar



Offering yourself willingly to my ravenous desire.



You sigh and moan, your back arching



Perfectly submissive to my gaze and touch



As my tongue parts the heated core



Sampling the delectable taste that is only yours



But now mine as well, your hands clawed in my hair



Urging me to pierce and plunder



Your wish is my command, the master now a slave



We take each other in the candlelight



Upon the silken crimson sheets



Caressing and clawing, kissing and biting



Until there is no more you



No more me



Only the perfect expression of all



We are, in some curious way, the universe



In this tender, violent, searing moment.

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Wandering unaccompanied among the names



Inscribed upon the weathered and centuried graves



I stop midstep to ward a chill



A mental whisper of threatened ill.



Frosted bare trees are the only witness



As I consider the source of this sudden heartsickness.





Is it not enough to be here for now?



To do what I can the best I know how?



Will those who love me not water my bed with tears



And remember me fondly with the passing years?



I know the answer to all these should be yes



But do I feel certain of that or is it a guess?



Will it serve me better to languish in my obscurity



Or rise like the phoenix and demand the world see?



No answer appears from the lowering sky



And I wonder at the sudden urge I feel to cry.





My heart begins to pound, my teeth to grind



The thought lodges like a dagger in my mind.



I rake my gaze over those who've gone before



Preceding us all through that narrow one-way door.



I stalk down the paths in a fit of blind rage



My thoughts racing madly in their osseous cage.



A name and date on a rock is alternative one



Option two a far more lavish requiem.



Let there be maidens to weep at my rest



And lay roses over my motionless chest.



But they will never do this if I stay with the dead



I must move forward and confront my dread



I say out loud as I leave, "Good journey to you



I must be on the road; I have much to do."



The dead make no answer, that stoical lot



I jump the wall and hurry to the road like a shot



Then a whisper behind me says "We wish you your desire"



I whirl to seek my unknown, unseen admirer.



The only living soul in this hallowed plot is mine



And I feel myself seized by urges I cannot define.



Then I look up and I see in the breeze



The frost-rimed branches of the cemetery trees.



A smile twitches my lips as I stride to the road



My shoulders roll back, free of their load



My chin comes up, my head straight and proud



Hell or high water, I'll not be a face in the crowd



They will know my name, I whisper with certainty



For I have the blessings of the dead, you see.

In the last dying gasp before night



I cast about in the shadows where I know you hide.



A pale glimpse of flesh teases my gaze



I know only too well your seductive ways.



You run and flee, you lurk and creep



A new succubus in the night disrupting my sleep.



You watch across the darkness as sleep claims me



Then you appear out of the blackness, thinking to tame me



Indigo satin below, bloody leather atop



Tottering on high heels, daring me to stop



You've underestimated my overheated desire



I must quench myself in you or be taken by the fire



I raise questing hands to the curves you reveal



You give the smallest moan as I force you to kneel.



The leather is smooth and warm to my touch



I see your breath catch with the heat of your lust.



The more of your silken flesh I touch the more I crave



I lower my mouth, with my tongue to lave



Now I move to pleasurably take



The slick wet folds in which our lust I'll slake



You arch and moan and scream into my face



As my hardness takes the full brunt of our frantic pace



Then your insides spasm and clench on me tight



It's no use, I can't hold back and explode into light



When the world returns around us again



On the floor, discarded, I smile at indigo satin.

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WolfintheMyst
02:19 Jan 20 2011

Ha! Don't ever let it be said you can't write a fine piece of poetry! Left me tingling and breathless.

~Myst

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