Lady NorthAttend, and let me tell you of this lady North of mine.
A weird and wild beauty, with a presence strangely divine.
When men come up to find her, they remain and always are true
(Though this breed of men is aging fast, as their numbers fall to few)
To a code of respect if you want to survive in the harshness of her wild,
That long after men have come and gone, will still be undefiled.
And this code of trust is simple; all she commands for men to do
Is to give such aid to others as you would have them give aid to you.
For my lady fair is a ruthless maid, with no regard for a fool.
As she can be both hot and cold, so too is she kind and cruel.
But ever yet I gaze upon her strange and wondrous beauty.
Forever hers, forever guarding, her solitude is my duty.
And oh to have the summer days and guard the winter nights,
The stunted trees, the lone bull moose, and the dancing northern lights.
The 'squites that try to suck you dry, the river sweeping pine.
Surreal colors, lonely sounds, a fai
.:the kiss:.The kiss, as soft as springtime dew
Laden with a feeling new,
Two hands caressing so soft
A moan, escaping, fleeting, lost.
Eyes half closed, dazed with longing,
Limbs too heavy to truly belong in.
Gripping tightly, moving slow
Carnal as fire, pure as snow.
The moment freezes, lust becomes love.
The feel of skin, no longer enough.
Dive into the heart and strip it bare.
Take all the reason, leave uncertainty there.
Kindle a fire, build it to a peak.
Hold too close, for all that's left is weak.
Then cry bitter tears, for it would seem,
That this never happened; twas only a dream.
4:03 AMthe haggardness of night grips me.
my body, rocking to the darkness' rhythm
like a virgin's first climax
as to death's first kiss.
i array myself in the moon's shadow.
consume it, control it, lost within it.
my eyes roll back in my head, finding the blackness that
lightens the night.
the strain of weary muscles reminds me of time.
too long, weary fingers flutter through tangled hair
no breath to take another puff of the cigarette.
no spine to hold up the soul.
anything is possible.
my shadow cloak takes it's true form.
a writhing mess of agony and sunlight.
everything i can't escape.
creeping fingers caress my throat and wrists,
fingernails in sensuous gestures across
bringing a melting to the leftover
feminine in me.
the sharpness of those nails is not
sleep. please. take my eyes and nail them shut.
escape the cloak, the touching, the ecstasy and pain.
let me not sob a name, choking it against a pill