Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

Lip-Stained and still Begging

Beautiful is the face

beneath the haunting mask

sends tingles down the corset

of my shivery back.

Beautiful is the look

from far off daunting eyes

no wonder

no surprise

as I wait obediently.

 

Release me,

I beseech you

this grip is much

too tight

but inside I fight to keep you

as this game gives me new life.

All the while,

I pretend,

I’m lost without you

so the game will never end.

 

Beautiful is the smear

that cleared the foggy mirrors

with your presence

a wet message

of relief.

Beautiful is the sound

Heard when you’re dominating

I’d never wake you from that state

that induces silent wailing

if only to keep you near me

when it hurts.

 

Release me,

I beseech you

this grip is much

too tight

but inside I fight to keep you

as this game gives me new life.

All the while,

I pretend,

I’m lost without you

so the game will never end.

 

You recommended passage

crawling through my inner thinking

I was distraught

at what you’d find

but you are still afloat.

My conscience meets my

window of a safe return

I’ve nowhere left

but burned

into the softness of your skin.

 

I’m afraid you win,

again.

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2 responses

  1. ahh, what love can do! nice poetry.

    November 10, 2012 at 9:26 am

  2. That pierced my soul.

    November 10, 2012 at 5:07 pm