Take My Hand
Whispers exchanged under cover of the night
Lovers bathed in pale moonlight
His hands on her hips
A kiss on his lips
There isn’t a moment that he’d dare to miss
Close the space between them
Suck the air from their lungs
Let the passion begin
Burning hotter than the sun
There isn’t another that she’d dare to love
She can only hope that she is enough
Could she possibly satiate such an appetite?
When She sees the lust burning in his eyes
He could devour her heart, soul, and mind
Then he’d leave her there in the pale moonlight
It’s worth the risk
It’s worth the fight
It’s worth the kiss of early morning light
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I’m really enjoying your posts.
I’m glad you are. Thanks you.
Powerful, beautiful, chilling to the bone.
I’ve seen a recurring theme in both your poetry and photography… a sort of headlong dive into the abyss. Whether it’s a shadowy reflection in a pool, or the beckoning image of an eye-less phantom, or literally a blindfold, there always seems to be some spectre of darkness calling you.
Your poetry expresses a perfect love always ending in disaster. But the fact that you’re willing to take a chance on that perfect love shows that you’re still alive right? They always say the opposite of death is desire.
I suppose you’re right. My biggest issue is trust. I will always have an extreme fear of every relationship ending in disaster. And because of that, they do eventually end in disaster. I have a lot of issues to work through. I’m trying. I’m not giving up yet. But sometimes I forget why I’m fighting.
I can’t begin to express how much I appreciate the fact that you’ve taken the time to read these and analyze them. That means a lot to me.
Aw no problem S6, your art is really interesting to me so it’s fun to analyze it to death haha.
Does our fear of disaster make our relationships end in disaster? I really don’t know… I recently crashed from a great relationship exactly the way I predicted it would happen years ago. So either I’m frickin Nostradamus… or, yeah, I made the disaster happen. If you ever figure out how to work thru these issues let me know because I have no clue :/
Thanks for sharing this, it struck a nerve (in a sort of a shell of a person saying hello, which is how i feel most of the times when reaching out to people). You are not the only one dealing with trust issues in relationships, sadly i’m in the same boat. I even seem rude at times to people because i’m awkward and my anxiety makes me not say hello/goodbye or behave weirdly around them. But i guess trusting is a gamble one must take to function (at least in part) in todays world, as you say, it’s a risk that must be taken.
Sorry for my rambling too, i just got home after a particularly weird day so … yeah. Have you thought having your poems turned into lyrics by the way? i really like your writings and they might go along great with some music (just a thought).
I do write a lot of songs. I play guitar and piano and I’ve done quite a bit. Just nothing that I’ve ever been confident enough to share.
And I get where you’re coming from with the awkwardness. I’m the same. I’ve been called stuck up many times because I’m quiet and when I do speak, it comes out wrong.
I should have guessed, because those are written on a lyrics arrangement (at least from my pov). If you play guitar and piano i’m pretty sure they must be good, so if you ever feel like sharing any do so. Most of the times we doubt the stuff we do only to realize we are only being to harsh on ourselves (and it can relate to the anxiety and confidence issues too). What we do appears like normal or even crappy to us, but only because we created it and know every detail of it… the rest of people? not so much, so they can see more good things on it than we do (been there, a million times).
And yeah… It would be great if one could wear a tag saying “I’m not rude, i just suffer from severe anxiety”. I guess that’ll be my next t-shirt motto haha.
Let me know when you get those shirts mad and throw one my way, yeah?
I might some time. I suppose it couldn’t hurt. May actually help.
beautiful. like you.
Thanks. Always nice coming from you.
Reading this makes me wish I could still write, which says a lot because I thought I’d given up completely on writing. Not sure what about this is doing it, but it reminds me of something I wrote in high school.
Maybe you should give it another shot some time? Of you want to write, don’t hold back.
Yeah, I may try again sometime soon. My spring break is next week, I’ll probably give it a shot then.
That’s great. If you decide to decide to post anything, I’d love to read it.