The glimmering light within the abyss
Answers to a heart’s inner prayers
The dichotomy life of light and shadow
Much like the infamous lunar moon
She has a way of slipping through
Despite being surrounded by darkness
Almost as if, she exists, just to visit- me
It is her phantom type of whispers
Having a way of making my soul shiver
And wake me from my frailest sleep
As her moist breath fills my ear- my mind
With her very unapologetic sultry words
And I- transform from my limited myself
She vividly becomes all my inner desires
While my dignity wanes in her presence
I’m sycophantically bound to…her pleasures
I like to steal your breath as you stutter to whisper the word beautiful after reading.
I'm a poetic writer, an aberrational one of sorts. I don't write for the world seeking conformity to a style or some label of free expression, I permit my heart to whisper, while I serve as it stenographer and publisher. I'm honored my readers serve as its witnesses.
What you may infer from this site; my hearts process or what it has to say, is strictly up to you to decide for yourself. I do appreciate comments in whatever degree of appreciation or criticism others feel the need to leave behind. I hope to respond in kind to them with a thank you openly or in a private conversation.
Feel free to contact me if you so wish.
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