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Three poems I wrote years ago
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Three poems I wrote years ago I have decided post poems I wrote ago. Just see if they stand the test of time. They arent erotic, but still, I believe some of my better works. My armor, my prison Trapped within this skin of metal, the armor of my soul. I cannot, must not let anyone within, for if I do, I will be wounded again. I do not desire be alone, but it must be this way, for my soul is fragile within. I see her, her light unbearably bright, and I am drawn her flame as a moth. My armor that I thought be my protection now becomes my prison. I cry out be released, and yet my voice is not heard by her. She passes by, not seeing , not knowing I am there, and within my metal skin, I am wounded again. I rebuild the armor of my soul again, as the day begins again. A new Creation: The shroud of night has enveloped me, and I embrace it. I let no one see me, or feel me, for I am a creature of night. No longer will I see or feel the light. In the distance she walks towards me, and I draw deeper into the night. I see she fears nothing, and I am undone. Her light and my shroud wrap each other within the other. We become one and we now see in a different light, the light of life and love, and a new creature emerges from the chrysalis to walk as an immortal among the mortals. A Vampiric cycle: Drink me, beloved. My soul<b> desires </font></b>your lips. They trace the ridge of the cup that is my spirit, and you drink deep. My breath within me stops in ecstacy and releases all that is within me. You do not stop until I am dry, but yet completely satisfied. Then you whisper to me, "drink me, beloved...." |
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Thank you, sweet friend
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