So be the love of a mother to child
The hand in hand of dew drop to evanescent rose petal
The sweet nectar suckled forth from a hummingbirds nimble beak
Home: ever longing feeling never lost
Smile, your smile, home to your laugh
Where warm kisses deliver packages of warmth just to me
Each with millions of fireworks that lay upon my lips: Red, Green, black
My rose, my thorns...
Cold nip of winters air strikes me, numb fingers, numb heart
Oceans leak, oceans freeze
You are my light, you are my dark
Of what light is left? Does winter ever end?
May the love of a mother ever come from my heart? My womb?
Or will winter take me before age comes to me
Who lie aloft the island with me?
The one who delivers kisses turned sharp?
Blood dribbles down my chin, the taste of your poisonous potion courses through my veins
In your eyes I look for an answer never too be found
Forever more- no matter where my rivers lead me- some things never change within ones own rapture, or hell....
Must mine be you?
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Starlight Poems
PoetryA series of often cynical poems conjured in the quiet hours of night. Each written as a way to escape my demons, only to invite them to life through my pages.
