We glow, like marbles
Crunch and glisten, in the palms
Of a magician,
Hallucination,
Comes with a circumference,
We get none although,
We’re floating balloons,
Flying from earth reaching moon,
Our lone ambition,
Is to elevate in love,
We are magic on our own,
We glitter golden,
In each other’s eyes so bright,
More than diamonds,
That melts on our tongue,
The saccharine ecstasy
Won’t ever dwindle,
We’re floating balloons,
Flying from earth reaching moon,
Our lone ambition,
Is to elevate in love,
We are magic on our own,
And above.
– Mhomed Waleed @ Deviantart
Now nothing before me
but these fleeting things
Or so it seems
in between moonlit dreams
I would dance on clouds
although it’s not allowed
but even monsters
long for beautiful things.
You know what pleases me in the early
morning, how to make me flow…
Mouth in pillow, catching my lips,
released on tips….
A bite on my inner thigh, pleasure sealed……
Sometimes when the time
is right, a breeze stirs, Spring yawns,
and childhood giggles…..
“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
Ah, amour.
What does today mean? It means I work all day in retail later and I’m sure after today I’ll never want to see roses or boxes of chocolates again (*cue the last minute shoppers.* Oh, they will come, believe you me). And today means I have a writing deadline for grad school by midnight. That’s about it.
Valentine’s Day means zombie hearts, right?
Oh wait, it also means I can write you a love poem or two, *says the horror writer as she cackles and slips back into the shadows.*
I love love. Especially dark, twisted love. So much in fact that I wrote…
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