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Dream To The Moon

Posted in Love, Passion and Pain with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 26, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Shine my night, bring me to the release, once more, of my tears,
For my body has grown old, and yet my passion is younger than ever before.
Come unto me , my moon,
Lay upon my pale flesh and let me feel the passion of your soul once more–
Do not let it be empty again.
Oh that I would embrace once more what is deeper than empty pleasure.

How do I begin to tell you how empty I feel inside?
How do I form the eloquent words that will cause understanding and embrace?
I fear the scorn in your eyes; in agony, I weep for something more than just flesh.
Longing has taken the form of tears, hidden in the silence of shadows far beneath,
For I desire to feel the blood pulsing through your veins, worshipping me.
Is it too much to ask to be the enchantress of your dreams, if for just one night?

Am I so vile to you, that I will never feel again the night’s glow?
How I wish I were again beautiful in your eyes,
So that all of your soul would be mine,
For I want more than just a night of desperate lonliness.
I will not relenquish my desire for lesser than my dreams.
I want to be dressed in your shadow, I want to be cherished as an angelic vision of bliss.

I feel as an forgotten mistress, abandoned in grieving for passion,
Sorrow for its loss has turned to furious longing which refuses to be denied.
Come dream with me, my moon; follow me on my path,
Caress me with kisses of such delight as I have never before felt,
For flesh is not enough, I must have your soul and your blood.
Will you cherish the night as I; will you dance in melodious desperation – for me?

How I bleed within myself… my wish is so simple, and yet too much to ask.
As it were, I am a fool to ask for such a thing -to be hailed as a goddess of dreams,
But my dreams are not enough for this desire, I will not settle for emptiness.
I bleed these desperate visions of night-passion and ecstasy to an empty bed.
Is it too much to ask for this, my desire; for writhing sweat of passion’s play.
Is it foolishness to dream to the moon of lovers entwined?

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If Only…

Posted in Love, Passion and Pain with tags , on February 12, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Lay my heart beside the breaching sand
For it would wash away the pain with scorching pain
If only you could wish the love away

Lay my body beside the edge of darkness
For it would float away into forever
If only there were a breath left to savor

Still the song within my chest
For it would gently chime its rhythmic voice
If only there were music left within

You gave me tears for crimson wine
And stole the beauty from my heart
Only to leave me in utter emptiness
Listening to the echo of time slip by
As I dreamt in years of oblivion
Wishing ne’er to feel again

A watcher was I
Waiting by the shore of dreams
Searching for the promise of your kiss
That would never quench my lips
And the feel of your fingertips
Never to grace my skin again

As I grow old in days long past
And youth regains its composure
I would that my soul recall
The agelessness of those fantasies
The innocence of a childhood wish
And fall eternal into what remains… of me…

Let me slip into the warmth of love
For it would heal the wounds so dark and deep
If only it could touch my woe

Lift mine eyes unto the moonlight
For it would awaken the garden within
If only my countenance were allowed to shine amongst the dew

Let me dine in your fields of pleasure
For it would fill my soul with life
If only I could taste your love

If only…