Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

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I write only pleasantries; they are all that I know

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Tag… You’re it,

as your poison sinks in.
It’s never enough when I’m there,
This one on one isn’t fair
When my only comfort is your image
You’re hypnotic stare.
Tag…. You’re still “it”
As I sink deeper in
Uncontrollable urges they only begin,
When darkness surrounds The skin I am in.
I’m still waiting, to be taken
to hear your sweet words
no one else has ever heard,
That will end up on paper, as the story goes;
I’ve still Miles and Miles to roam

 


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Silence is the best Therapy ~2003

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The Colour in Me That You Bring to life

Set my soul adrift,

ease my troubled mind; again

with your lasting impression,

your haunting voice

in the middle of the night;

just like every other night.

I ache for your words

to release me.

 

 

I could fall asleep

to the music of your life

safe within these walls

of tenderness

your voice like safe arms

within reach.

You send me soaring,

beyond fantasy,

beyond dreams of yesterday,

and you’re still a total stranger.

 

 

I fall to floor,

in need of wanting more,

more than words could ever express.

My four walls encase the echo

of your song,

stay a little while longer.

 

 

Silently, I ache,

for the longing, for the need.

I could go on forever,

unaware of my surroundings,

ignored by all the wallpaper

knowing it’s you

who moves me so.

 

 

You’ve become that strong,

definitive feeling,

one of rapture, of simplicity,

oblivious of all that we hide,

it begins in the heart; of all places.

 

 

It’s in your voice

where I lose control

of my emotions,

the urge to cry, to feel safe

the urge to ache, not wanting anything

other than your continuation.

 

 

I am overwhelmed

in such a good way

by this unruly desire,

I want to capture the meaning,

the familiar sound from

an unfamiliar man,

with unfamiliar lips…

Are you able to catch my drift?                                                               5/03/2006


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.