war and death

 here come to pray,
this battle long fought under the paper of my skin
Ink to ink, dust to dust
die and move on.
sparked by lust, nurtured in praise,
stoked and refined under the presure of my feelings
so crystal, so vine, so feather, praise it.
holy.. holy in his eyes I am,
goddess. 
i am the blood in the runes
i am the caw in the crow
i am the wild woman in the woods.
 I am, here to pray.
I am here to fight
I am here to live and to die.

and I long to die every night in his arms,
and live every day his love,
for he has brought your song of battle back to the lines of my skin

For he has brought morning after morning where I dont want to die every day again.
 and for you, and for him, i would give up on giving in. 

im sorry

 im sorry i didnt meet you sooner
some time before the sand took away at your skin.
im sorry i couldnt give you the love you wholely deserve my friend... 
in that lack i feel my sin.
im sorry you couldnt see in my words the future that i did hope.
im sorry for the first time i wasnt enough, and not too much.
i always praid to not be too much but i should have known to make a deal with a fae is 
to enter paiels unknown.
im sorry you cant see what i see in you
the beauty and the warmpth, and the protection, and stimulation that makes the world not blue.

Im sorry i cant give to what you seem to unknowingly give to me,
a touch of passion and color back in an otherwise grim scene.

im sorry that you were hurt so many time before i could have a chance to be on my knees.  

damp dreams

 I dream of loving you,
whole and full
each morning waking beside you,
leaking of you. 
leaking out the dreams of the day,
and the passions of the night
leaking in the beauty and light 
I see reflected in the moss ambered eyes. 
I dream of loving you...
passionately, and fierce 
not seeking in return anything.
not looking for what you can give...
but giving myself,
entirely to you. 
i dream, of having that... 
which i will not have and can not ask for. 

moss laid tears

 

So standing, as if always there 
Watching, waiting, dreaming in pain 
that life is suffering, so burned into your eyes you can not
can not see past it
enveloped. 
I wish to disrobe you,
part by piece
whole and slowly,
kissing each new unveiled skin 
unseal scared parts
find there the treasure of your light.
be warm and loved inside of me and me inside of you.
mingled. mixed.

not so sweet as the nightingales song...
i lay in the sun as so kisses the moon,
and moss laid tears drift away as I day dream of you. 

the green amber

When you speak to me
in eyes of emerald dancing over my unspoken word
I melt,
I met unseen into a puddle of what could be
I fall back into the dark places of my mind.
those places in which i want lust
those places in which i want rapture 
those places in which I was once. 
When you speak of me,
in words of pride and praise elaborate and full of wim
I melt,
sliding back into ways of want, 
but i am not what you want, i am not what i want

i am not.

when you speak to me I dream, i could be.