Let Me Lie

Let Me Lie


Though I die of love and it's wanting
Let me lie in it's embrace
Until I perish

For there is no softer, no grander gesture
Than to die in love's arms
Even though the many die underneath it's feet.

Still the few, like me and you
Voluntarily give ourselves to the burning of the light
Knowing we shall be together forever in infinity.

It is an easy choice and the only choice
Hearts like ours may make
For we have died a thousand times, what is one more?

With the rising of the golden dawn
We raise our faces again to the silver sky
There on the other side of forever.

And entwining lips and arms and souls
We find ourselves and who we are
There in the empty spaces that God has made
And we are home. Again.


©by Voo
Oct 22, 2019
9:35 a.m.

Attaining

Attaining


Sleek, black vehicle
Jaguar fast and moving
Through the night
On rain soaked roads
Shining like glass.

Beautiful.....
Deadly.......
In the hands
Of the careless.

Dark, brown eyes
Seductive, enticing
Sending forth commandments
To come to
Instead of running away from.

Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the soul
Of the vulnerable.
　
Wet, welcome storm
Quenching the thirst
Of barren, desperate desert
Not knowing when to stop
Washes away the work of a thousand days.
　
Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the very earth
So hungry for the taste.
　
Why must the things we want,
Need, crave, desire,
Delight in, pursue, seek out, and purchase,
Destroy us in the attaining
And kill us in their arms.

　
©by Voo
Feb 10, 2010
10:47 p.m.

Midnight As Always

 

You Again by John Foxx

Midnight As Always

Midnight, as always

As she slips into my bed

In a gown of satin

Her soft skin silky smooth

As a baby's hand

But far beyond a baby's mode of touch.....

Her touch is like an angel's

But with claws

Claws that set my skin on fire

With their light but heavy movements.

Movements that turn longing into passion,

Needing into famine that must be fed,

Wanting into thirst that must be quenched

Lusting into livid, lascivious, luscious love.

Midnight, as always

Without a word, she comes

Bidden by my heart

And my flesh that's screaming

Screaming sounds that only she can hear.

I hear her quiet footstep...

The robe falling to the floor...

The sheets pulled back....

And her purring sigh

As she falls into my waiting arms.

Our bodies touch, tentatively like strangers

As the breath within our lungs falls into rhythm

We wait without speaking as heart pounds against heart

And her body bids me welcome into it's depths.

She is mine once more........

And I can exhale again as the night becomes alive

And the dream becomes reality

And the fantasy more than dream.

But always at midnight

Does she come

Not nine nor noon nor afternoon

But midnight, as always. Always.

For she is a creature of dream and hope

Conjured by my wayward, hungry heart,

My desire so deep, no mortal can conceive it,

My longing so dark and full of despair,

Only another such as I, may perceive it.

My sighs reach out to her in the darkness,

Call her name softly under my breath

And yet she hears me

And even though she may be a million miles away....

Dancing in another's stolen dream.....

At midnight, as always.....as always......

She comes.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Feb 29, 2020

10:00 p.m.

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