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LedaLeda

Blue lights soften the fringe,
deadening already dull sounds.

Placid air brushes quivering skin,
sultry legs struggle 'gainst ground.

Eyes of passers act on a twinge,
Leda's persisting on pulling rounds.

A voice sings for ardent love of kin,
celestial one walks on without sound.

Your FallI remember when purity -
Radiating from your marrow,
Lining your feeble bones with light -
Draped across you, effortlessly.

Radiating from your marrow,
Your honor was your greatest prize,
But it weighed on you, heavily;
The fall was more lovely than not.

Lining your feeble bones with light,
Your innocence was crushing you,
Darkness grew ever more tempting;
Fading light seeped through weary skin.

Draped across you, effortlessly,
Exhaustion stole your will to fight;
So jaded, you fell gracefully
Into the hands of sin and spite.

Thursdays do this to meonce upon an August morning,

I shed my skin,
my bones, cracked and
scratched because you left these fingers
restless.

(so damn sorry I
don't have words pretty enough
for music)

gasp and grasppretend you've been set loose
into something stingingly sweet

a bloody petal flinging itself
into the wind, lusting for drapes of
grey mist, for tingling particles
of softly fluttering oceans to engulf it
like a silken glove.

pretend you have found the
crooning emptiness of the waves,
and let your spirit sink into him

because hearts melt into quicksand
and you will find your peace,

i promise.

(and if your wings should stir,
if something new fills your veins,
empty yourself into the very tips of their feathers
and be ready.)

ii. HushYou like to soften your cries in
cut-out pictures of her soul,
picking apart the bits and pieces that
make you want to scream.

Shut your eyes, and lick your lips
before your jaws fuse together,
and crying hurts as much as she does.

Quiet, quiet

she'll do for now.

Eyes sparkling.Walking up the drive
I could hear music playing.
Our music, I smiled.

knocking on the door
I heard her yell out to me,
'Just a minute, please.'

The music softened
She opened the door smiling,
Ready to greet whoever.

'Hi' she said breathless.
'Hey, how's it going.' I asked.
'Still living.' she replied.

I walked in laughing
Her eyes sparkled like the ocean,
Only the colour of brown.

Her hair soft as snow
Mixed colours of brown and blonde,
Cascading down her.

She is beautiful
And shes lighting up the world,
One smile at a time.

MoiraShe wears
an atlas on
her effervescent skin
so strangers know she holds
the world
alone.

Tattoos
adorn her like
ornamental clues to
her existence - decorated
goddess.

She is
enlightenment;
pure radiance exudes
from fleshed stained with the careless sins
of man.

Child
of innocence
and dirt, no stranger to
the unrelenting flame of life
unlived.

She wears
a map of roads
and cities, even star-
charts; they call her Destiny
and Fate.

Jar of HeartsI've got ghost-hands in my pockets,
and whispers pressed against the back of my neck
like lips -
of a lover long gone,

"things that shiver in the night"
and hissing ocean
tugging itself across the sand;

pulling sea-glass chains
between my fingers,
and watching them catch
thin air, and hang suspended.

this guilty bloodbones picked out, one by one -
plucked like cello strings
under hungry blue flame;
licking the planes - the angles
of angelic faces
with fevered eyes,
burnt inside out
from their cavernous pupils;

strokes of charcoal
(azure veins, thirsting for sun)
shining -
through diaphanous skin.

fingertips, scarred knuckles
and tattered guilty wings -
dripping blood across the flagstones

[and searing kisses
strung across it all;
tasting lime-doused -
of european summers
and bergamot.]

wouldn't it be niceI want you to come in the summer.

Leaves a deep green across heartbreak-blue sky, and feet bare brown against sizzling pavement. It
would be perfect; me in short-shorts and bikini tops, you with tan shoulders and that summer-boy smell.
We could do anything.

There's a shaved ice place in downtown; we could walk there barefoot and holding hands, laughing
like it had been years (maybe it will have been). We could buy two large cups in our favorite flavors
and eat them quick, before the sun ran the juices down their sides and it was lost in the long-long
grass, sweet and impermanent like so many things. I could lick the nectar off yo

hands of a lover, eyes of a fiendThe bar is busy tonight, he thinks
the tendrils of conversation
from rough-jacketed men,
and open-shirted women
wrapping the ceiling beams;
splintering them -
with too-loud laughter,
and the wolf-howls
of the heavily inebriated.

He has bartender's hands, as he should
quick and sure -
deftly mixing rum and whiskey
or twisting the cap from a beer;
pouring foaming mugs
beside dainty shot-glasses,
and making easy conversation
with the regulars;
(he calls them by their first names,
and they come back to him
instead of going home)

He likes to think he has lover's hands too;
calloused from the day's work,
and roped with just e

toxic nostalgiaSometimes she forgets how to breathe,

and colors curl together
(lemon and azalea)
like waxy crayons,
left too long
on the driveway;
the errant wanderings
of some negligent child
(sun-caught)
stealing her tether
to consciousness.

She wakes up somewhere bitter,
choked with darkling stars;
her heart-beat
gnawing at her ribs,
and pulsing -
through her finger-tips;
(she can taste lime
and side-walk chalk
on her tongue,
and she wishes she were five again -
spindle-legged
and undesirable,
with ribbons
in her hair.)

Last NightA start to an end:

We kissed with painful passion,
between tears that couldn't wash away the hurt.

I asked you to make love to me one last time,
knowing it wasn't possible, but you tried.

You kissed my breast and collapsed,
your lips shuddering against my skin.

Holding you close to quell your quiet crying,
I cried with you, as we cried as one, for the last time.

"It's okay," was all I could manage.
And it was. Somehow, it was all I needed.

Now that lasting memory haunts me like I need it to:

with an ache I can see,
a memory I can feel,
and salty tears I can swim in.

--
2/12/2011

Three wishesWhat would your three wishes be?

If you had three wishes
What would those wishes be?
Perhaps to live forever
You know, immortality?

Or how about a pair of wings
To lift you to the sky?
Or maybe meet your Prince Charming
A dashing, handsom guy?

Or what about telepathy
Secret access to the mind?
Read the thoughts of others
Or control them from inside?

What about world wide peace
To protect the Earth from war?
Or save the lives of innocent
From those who break the law?

Then there's also time travel
Why not revisit your time line?
Or maybe even time control
Now thats what I call "killing time!"

If you had three wishes
Which

frostbiteshattered Christmas lights
tied around her ankles;
teeth of glass
epidermal slicing -
and drizzling scarlet blood,
across green carpet.

(he loves the way
her skin is thin and
white -
like a dusting of snow,
over ice-blue veins)

and there's a sliver of moon
peeking through his window
and pouring quiet,
silvery light
down around her cheekbones,
bound hands
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As We Slowly Burn

by ~Buried-thoughts, Feb 7, 2011, 2:42:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I pull her close till our bodies entwine,

a morbid prelude to our demise,

we dance until this world stops turning,

we waltz along the bridges we're responsible for burning,

hand in hand,

side by side,

we'll slide along the shattered souls that become our dance floor,

downtrodden and broken they lie before us,

and so we begin our final dance,

surrounded by the burning ash of the lives we led,

the lights of judgement begin to burn so bright,

they fall upon us casting twisted silhouettes of who we once were,

as fire begins to consume her dress,

i hold her ever more tightly as the flames tear apart our flesh,

it's here we suffer for our sins,

as we slowly dance our way to oblivion.....