The Dark
The light seeped through the crack
in the wall,
I didn’t recognize the significance.
Shielding my eyes,
I put my thumb over the crack
and the light disappeared.
Now, the dark is familiar
and that I recognize
Posts tagged ‘loneliness’
Manipulation (Adult – NC17)
I reach for a velvet hand
concealed in a suede impostor
batteries at the ready
Begging for release
hidden deep within the
vaginal walls of complacency
Longing replaced with cold
empty thoughts of writhing
bodies sweat soaked
A moan escapes aloud
unbidden guests enter
warm dark spaces
Approaching the ledge
stopping to glance down
at the swelling flesh
Release is not sweet orgasm
nor cherished treasure
it reeks of solitude
Cyberlover
Cyber dots on spidery webs
conceal the truth,
tempting you to believe
there is more
Wanting the words to continue
believing in the mystery,
succumbing absently
to the overkill
The distance closed by a thread
of words typed on white,
endless margins of
fragrant backgrounds
Colored music notes
of ecstasy touch,
lie hidden behind cyber dots
on spidery webs
Solo Balance (NC17)
breath
expelled openly upon skin
pleasures
dark moist spaces
gasps
lavished on lust hardened pillows
penetrate
sweat stained air
cries
hit pain driven desired hands
faltering
finding release
moans
mewling under twin sized sheets
dissipating
orgasm heat
sighs
laden heavily with remorse
acknowledging
abandoned limbs
Unbidden Tears
You come to me and take my hand
gazing furtively over your shoulder
the shadow whisperers that follow
are hidden in secret doorways
Brushing your lips on my brow
pensive furrowed mouth speaks
low and comforting words
of babble to my anxious ears
I love you tumbles out and drops
on concrete steps to shatter
and splatter a million drops
covering your expensive shoes
The deed is done in dark alleys
watched by shadow whisperers
overheard by black crows
that fly and squawk the truth
Ours is not the light of day
to linger in and be seen
by those whose tongues
would loose arrows that sting
The sun touches the sky
your hand releases mine
and you turn and walk away
wiping shoes on pressed trouser cuffs
A Thought For Every Word