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She Dances
She moves as flames when she dances
Within the dark fantasies of my mind.
Fleet as a cougar,
So agile and quick,
Sinuous and obscene,
When she smiles.
Cupid bow lips part ever so slightly,
Flash of tongue
Moist and pink.
With an impish grin
And a devilish delight,
A hint of white fangs flashing by.
I see her hot feline eyes
Slashing my heart and soul!
sharply razor-edged.
She moves as flames when she dances
Within the dark fantasies of my mind.
She Dances (pt2)
She moves as liquid when she dances
Within the airy fantasia of my mind.
Lithe as a lioness,
So sleek and lean,
Erotic and sensuous,
When she smiles.
With cupid bow lips whispering softly
Of dulcet pleasures,
Cream in my ears.
Of seraphic grins
And angelic delights
And a hint of white teeth wafting by.
I see her gently spirited eyes
Awing deeply my very soul,
Just silky mystical.
She moves as liquid when she dances
Within the airy fantasia of my mind.
Heartsick
because of love i have fallen ill
and you insist it is not yet winter?
the land of my heart is always chill
cold and unforgiving
and cruel
cruel most of all if i am living
don't look at me
bad luck to share a gaze with the dead
bad luck's the only luck i see
once there was a hot woman, warm bed
my heart her sacrifice
there's now a coldness there instead
it's a chill born of despair
of death
cold my lady fair
Exorcism of Dream Haunting...
Hard memories, sharp memories... each one a cold, thin sliver of pain tapped into my heart... cheap whiskey and streetfights... oh, and lots and lots of self-pity. Let go the chain wrapped around my insides. Wasn't kidding anyone, least of all myself. I've led a charmed life, or so I've been told. Gotten out of a lot of scrapes, a lot of near things. I've always thought it was me, pure animal savvy... now I'm not so sure. Why did you come to me a few nights ago, Diane? You're never far you know. Your spirit runs in my veins with more raw power than the muscle welded to my bones. Seen you a few times, always at night. But those were dreams... and this... this was different. 'David... love... you must let me go. Help me to leave you.'
'Diane!'
'Release me, that I may move on.'
'Love... please... don't go.'
So I guess that makes me more of a ghost than you. I've just been floating through life. The amazing teflon man. Nothing sticks. Who am I kidding? Following dreams? The dead talking to the living? What kind of fool am I? Same one I've always been when it comes to you... and you ARE here, baby. I know you are. I can feel you. You had the power to enable me to sink within my own self... to be at harmony with nature... of finding all in very little. Now, sitting here alone... death is what I face. It was nature that killed you, Diane... or was it me when I took your last breath with my kiss? Your neck was broken, love... half of your face was gone, left on the pavement... the rain washing it away... my tears falling upon your face, also washed away by the rain... I held you to my chest, and screamed at a worthless God, other bodies moaning in pain as they lay all around the flipped and broken Gamma Goat... our field ambulance... Aaaaaaaarrggh... I can still taste that single kiss... that last breath while I gazed into your eyes, watched you fade away... drank the last of your life... heedless of my own wounds... you lie in my arms where I knelt in the pouring rain, oblivious to those injured around me... so still... so silent. Death has placed the ultimate 'detaining stone' between us. For some, ill fate dogs them through their lives, yet they remain untouched by its cruel caress. And those close to them are struck down in their stead. 'No... Diane! My love...' You saw beauty in simple things, and in the hearts of all. I was embarrassed when you caught me writing love poems for you... that you would think it weak. But you said my words would save my soul. Now... you have come to me... as you once were... beautiful... and... you implored me to release you. You're there, baby! But its like losing you all over again. Remember when the commanding officer partnered us? We each secretly harbored the spark of love that began to smolder within... for the anxiety that pulled at our hearts also brought us closer together, though neither of us would admit this. You know not what I am... black ops... you would fear me if you did. You told me that the minute you saw me you felt something deep within you stir. I know you're here, baby. I can feel you... you're not always subtle, but that's why I love you. You thought me sad and strange. You wondered if it was wrong that you feel something for me. I saved your life once... then you wrecked your ambulance in a storm and I pulled the life from you with a last kiss. You once told me I was like a spirit, so restless. You said I had returned music to your heart... and now... I still grieve for one who is lost, for whom I feel responsible. My soul aches. Pain tears me apart from the inside. I love you. I have a heavy heart, and forgiveness eludes me, as does death. My heart must grow, but... who will teach me? Is this what I had to do? Is this what you wanted? My words of which you loved so much? Have I now cut away the guilt from my heart? Has it made me stronger? Now we are bound together forever. We share eternity. No longer must I hold so dearly to your memory. You are the breeze that caresses my cheek. You are the first snow to light upon my tongue, and the warmth of the sun on my skin. You will always be with me... always. Funny... I was missing you and wanting you, tearing myself up inside. You'd come to me in dreams and that would be some kind of comfort. Then I'd wake up and you'd be gone. Now I know you're not gone. You ARE with me.
I miss you.
Siren's Song
Can you hear it? The whispering spirit.
What can it want of me?
Is it her? Cannot tell for sure.
I wish that I could see!
That haunting tune. Calling out the moon.
Casting shadows upon the land.
I chase that sound. seaward bound.
Following steps wet in the sand.
A beauty does loom. Is she my doom?
Out there on the waves.
Her beckoning call. Upon emerald waters I fall.
I feel my soul she saves.
Reaching for the banshee.
The lady laughs at me and wafts beyond my reach!
I cry out in alarm! cold creeps up my arm.
My corpse lies cold on the beach.
The Dream (A Gleam of Silver)
Was she real,
that mysterious woman,
who laid the cool whiteness of her body against me.
Soothing my fiery soul?
Was she a delusion of my furnace brain,
A desperate ghost of my needs?
Sweet mother of mercy.
red lips, white hips,
night ships rocking on a whispering sea.
Then...
she was gone but not forgotten.
Her legacy, a silver snake of thin resolve.
Wriggling in my fluttering veins.
This snake, not a creature of deception.
A useful ally against this sunlit, stark
shadowed world of simple do or die.
Faint perhaps, but there is hope in the
enduring subtlety of moonlit magic.
Hope...
A mothers smile, A lovers sigh.
A gleam of silver in a darkening sky.
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