Winter is gone now,I feel short of shelter.
So I closed all my doors and held my elbows,
Grasping tight to whatever I have of me.
I hide to protect myself from summer.
I hide behind closed blinds,trail down;
And wave at the trains heading home,to you.
Waiting for you to colour me iridescent with your love,
I sing and run in the rain,yet I dream of sunsets secretly.
Does that make me filthy or graceful?
Or the gracefully filthy woman you long for?
Under the crescent moon we dreamt,secretly;
Your murmurs drowning in my parched lips
You turn into the balm for my soul.
Escaping this prison through your embrace,
I realize we are winter......or maybe autumn?
We learn not how to love like spring;
But how to cover up pain.
So we trail down collecting olivine in this aubade
Waiting to die before eternity.
I watched your eyes search my face
For the unwritten words "Mend my life".
Your leaned in,checking.
I obliged,latched onto your lips like a parasite;
Sipping on life,love and lust.
"Libra-Pretending to be someone you're not",
Yet again,my smile and eyes fooled you,
Into believing that I am broken.
I watch as the black ink flows down your fingers,
Broken, you crash on the letters I had sent.
You try to hide the vision of our lips touching,
Those blank pages seem so shallow now.
Love, I witness us become strangers for eternity.
Dappled light on your face
Sweet breezes through your hair
Eyes dancing slowly in the moonlight
Extract the essence of this summer
Under the starry night sky
Unwind your heart strings, unstitch it
Take a handful of light and pixie dust
And dump it on your crumpled heart
Bloom, my love
Take a deep breath and roar in longing
Unveil yourself and hope for an adventure
Stop whispering under your crooked mask
And the day you embrace yourself
I promise to be your muse ,over and over again.
Trembling hands holding the brittle yellow pages,
The forbidden memoir felt strange to him .
He was supposed to understand the language of non fiction ,
The words not translating on their own seemed unfathomable;
Scandals were a temptation she couldn't resist
The vineyards of Verona witnessed it all
And their death prompted a fountain of love.
Laying on the kitchen floor, I wondered what made me unmask. Do you remember that day? The day you wrote that sonnet? You were wearing that fancy jewelled chiffon dress. Light was exploding out of you. My kink for your love hard to restrain. But I knew I could never yield you. That day, drenched in rain, I broke my hollow armor of darkness, told you my darkest desire, for I was forbidden from fair Verona. You smiled an intuitive smile and burried my wrecked heart underneath the sand.
My kink for love hard to restrain
I shattered the stigma,
And brought in the catastrophe
For you to wreck my heart
Beneath the stars tonight.
Let me dream tonight
And sip love from your lips
While your eyes stare like a starry night sky
Into my Universe.
Watching the silver light on your hair
I feel the obsidian butterflies in my stomach;
Our bodies, burning in this lustful pyre,
Eyes glittering with concupiscence,
I let your hands linger in the narrow space between warmth and lace.
And as we speak in moans and feverish hands,
I beg you to honor my Aphrodite tonight.
I look for you-
Across boundless oceans,
Over my curvy silhouette,
At the cropped corners of the rainbow,
In the mismatched dots on the tissue,
On the arrow to the red planet,
Over my swaying heart;
For I want to-
Sip on love from your lips,
Moan and twitch at your touch ,
Shiver at your voice,
Watch our souls dance together.
As I touch myself with wet fingers,
For a solo show, I invite you tonight.
I promise to be your latibule forever.
Found you in the tranquil lake by the empty hotel;
But now that I writhe under you,
I realize that you are far from inert.
So here I am 'Teddy', begging for more.
And as I revealed your contours from under the silk,
I find my new guilty pleasure-chocolate.
I know this would end in oblivion.
I know love is nothing but a shout into the void.
I know this might just remain a blank page.
But no more am I going to deny myself this simple pleasure;
I want to pull those mitten strings with you.
I want to awaken to your radiant beauty.
I want to lay flat on the street under your sweet light,
And let your warmth drip on me as our lips meet.
Would you give me a forever within these numbered days?