Myopia has brought a dystopia
Pleasure or pain
I feel no difference
It’s all the same
Hoping for something more
Tricking myself I still have a core
My eyelids screen a sort of sex utopia
Squirting her release
I’m a wounded warrior and a sick voyeur
Can you hear me cry my love?
It’s me…not that purple dove
Hoping for something else…
Only tightens the noose around my neck
It’s very atmospheric indeed
Specs of me, traces of old-gold
Breaking my perfect mold
Floating into the ethereal
Without knees to kneel
Over and again
Again and over
A tour en le’air
Held in the shadows
Of my doubts
A Cacophony with no rhyme
Pains me without any reason
Oh how vile…my hidden odile!
Her plumes of black
Seducing my sanity
As she pirouettes into my heart
Toe drilling for my poison
Releasing our ritual of reverence
via Daily Prompt: Cacophony
Dark to light then light to dark
Our black, our white
Yes, my love…a cuppa tea, please
The bitter mixed with the sweet
Circling a vortex between our thighs
Slurping and sipping
Making music to our ears…we listen
Making melody to our movement…we feel
Making love to our souls…we live
Gasping for our breaths…
Grasping for each one of those little deaths
Until finally, we are blended
Shaded in by love’s gray
You roused in me an interest.
A curiosity I couldn’t ignore.
You seeded deep within my mind.
A need, a need to know more.
With every post I read.
With every snippet I saw.
The puzzle unraveled in my mind.
To reveal a need to know more.
And then that day, that fateful day.
I sent a message to see.
If it was at all possible.
You had the same interest in me.
I’m glad to say you did my love.
Our interest was mutual for sure.
And so now today and everyday.
I know and love you more and more.
via Daily Prompt: Interest
I feel what you are trying to do for me
Opening my wounds, licking them clean
Those broken bits of your black heart…
Using them to look through me
Using them to hide inside my dark
I see you…a musician, a poet
Strumming my perceptions
Writing on my skies
Making me your musical…note…taker
My dream fantasy has become personified…in you
So, keep doing what you do…
Flame my burning desire
Flirt with my passion
Make love to my spirit
You have turned my very essence into beautiful effervescence
Soon I’ll be standing next to you
Your ghost of shadow
Your ghost of light
Duality pulling at the ends of your chains
A needful craving that lasts morning, noon, and night
I know what you’re doing to me
Seducing my broken black pieces
Molding them to yours
Do you know what I am doing to you?
We feel differently about him
What you left in pieces…
I put back together
via Daily Prompt: Overcome