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Written to me by Stephanie, otherwise known as FleurDeSang, on Friday, October 06, 2006.

~








Night settles in a withered rocking chair and starts to sing to me-



                                 I can love you only with kisses and poppies
                                  wet by the dewy tears of a new mourning
                                   my lips dying on yours in sweet suffering:

                                      This void between us is ever-growing.


                                               A cancer of bones and ash
                                 Of tragedy that sodomizes every waking hour
                                                   Even in dusty dreams.


                                 A lament. A rotting pomegranate in your soul.




The winds disentangle themselves in the jagged nails of dark pines
Black howls of lost voices, or maybe
It is just you in the distance?


                                                                           Somewhere in this horrid emptiness…
                                                                                                  you are looking for me.


           The moon glows like phosphorous on
Vagrant waters,
     A ship crawls along the dead horizon,
My kisses rusted upon those old anchors,
                                                           And I whisper white love into the sails,

        So that it may float into your precious heart…




Hour of nostalgia dressed in passion of weeping
              Tears smiling as they fall
   And my lips curl from the flame of
your kiss

Still residing, still burning
Delicious warmth of your soul caressing mine…

                                       The biggest stars look at me with your eyes-

Blue velvet. Jade needles. Gray memories.


All of this and more in your sweetly destructive gaze
Tiny mirrors reflecting the same beauty I see in you
  Your lips part in a seductive torture and utter my name


                                                                    (((Fireworks of infinite pancakes and syrup
                                                                 Heart like feathers and the scent of jasmine)))




     And I am a mere puddle of crushed roses and honey,

          Melted into your tender embrace, our bodies fused together,
I bathe in the divinity of your smile, the twinkling in your eyes, the


                             touch



                                                                                          Of your skin






Love. Unconditional.

©2006-2009 =BlackScarletLove
:iconblackscarletlove:

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~
Written to me by Stephanie, otherwise known as FleurDeSang on Friday, October 06, 2006.
~



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:iconsanchezartwerk:
you rock! Very nice images in there.
:iconblackscarletlove:
I'll tell her! :aww:


:heart:

--
For centuries,understand immortality.
Yet, I did not ask to be made.
I will never again know your sun upon my face
Or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive, I am not dead, this is hell on earth
It is October's perpetual agony, it is the shadow realm.
:iconsanchezartwerk:
yes and awesome so oft used was originally a negative thing to be overwhelmed by something mighty and terrible like an earthquake or hurricane.
But did you ever notice that actor Peter O'toole has a double phallic name?
:iconblackscarletlove:
:drunk:

Where's your head at? ;P Lol.



:gummybear:

--
For centuries,understand immortality.
Yet, I did not ask to be made.
I will never again know your sun upon my face
Or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive, I am not dead, this is hell on earth
It is October's perpetual agony, it is the shadow realm.
:iconsanchezartwerk:
where is my head? funny choice of words..
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:iconblackscarletlove:
Peter o'Toole.

--
For centuries,understand immortality.
Yet, I did not ask to be made.
I will never again know your sun upon my face
Or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive, I am not dead, this is hell on earth
It is October's perpetual agony, it is the shadow realm.
:iconbluragazza:
:wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::wow::jawdrop:
a VERY nice poem - like how u set it up - the bold and italics and all :clap:
u can tell her that she's an amazing poet - great imagery going on! :clap::trophy::handshake:

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The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul.
:iconblackscarletlove:
The bold and italics are her own. =) I will tell her. And you may wish to observe White Marble, and Besos de Silencio by myself to her... (and as I browse my own poetry) you may also consider Black Silk and cool green waters!! =P

I really don't mean to advertise... it's just... if you liked that poem she wrote for me, these that I wrote for her have just as much image and emotional impact as that.... :heart:

--
For centuries,understand immortality.
Yet, I did not ask to be made.
I will never again know your sun upon my face
Or the comfort of a grave
I am not alive, I am not dead, this is hell on earth
It is October's perpetual agony, it is the shadow realm.

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