eriedragon4 58M
2737 posts
6/25/2006 12:21 am

Last Read:
6/25/2006 10:11 pm


I am sadly in the darkest of moods...this piece is not finished...It vexes me hours into the night....I must be rid of it now...out, out, damned poem...

fuck the crap out of it...

it matters not...for the dragon has consumed her....the cooling ashes lay in the lily bed...

good night all,



He folds his placating legs,
Bent to her tremolo,
Taut hands on the floor before her
To petition a flushed regard.

You offer nothing
But that which I’ve given life to.
You exist only within me
A hypothetical dragonfly.

In reverence, her flesh is silkened
With his thoughts, dark and languid
A prophesy of dissolution
His tongue pressed to her want.

Slow your wings to a shiver.
Your breath; my perfume.
And only for me
Shall the steely blue eyes

He dreams himself in her,
And climbs her toward the growing invocation.
Begins to smell the emission of
Atmospheric flash;
Airborne acid.

I’ve imagined you.
Made order from the chaos.
And O how you’ve served
My malaise well.

A final appeal
Taken as the lightening strikes.
Prayer turns molten;
Converting tangled litany
To webbing synapses
Slowing to the fizzing
Of his melted benediction

Your honeyed tear
Grace tucked in falsehoods of my being
It is I that will nary again lift
a humbled eyelash to this moon.
Lost in the regretted want of you.

Whispersoftly5 53F
15176 posts
6/25/2006 9:37 pm

This is sad. I'm sorry you were in such a dark mood sweetie.


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