Hush Love
Hush love... don't say a word,
just let your hands speak for you.
Softly run your fingers upon my skin and erase all the traces left upon me.
Can you feel my wounds, my pain?
Work there a little more and you'll feel my heart racing with your tender touch.
Hush love, you don't need to speak at all,
leave angel kisses upon my thirsty soul.
Erase me completely, make me anew,
leaving your prints as tattoos that will remain forever in this starving heart.
Blush
If my hands could
touch your body
like my words have
touched your heart,
I could write a love poem
while running my fingers
through your soul.
The most beautiful poems
are not written on paper but,
rather traced upon the
contours of the skin,
and read through whispers
and moans making even the
Moon blush.
(Initially published on Raven Cage Ezine)
A Lonely Night
A lonely night
looking at the moon
through my window,
It's dark, but she shines
like never before.
A glass of wine in my hand,
but the other is empty,
empty as my heart without him.
Through the moon
I sent him my love,
through the breeze
a sweet and tender kiss.
Despite the distance
we are looking at
the same moon,
like two hearts
beating in one soul.
Free
I am rebuilding my wings
to fly high as a Raven
in the moonlight...
I am a free soul;
never to be caged.
I am like lightning and
I can burn you,
as a hurricane building
under my skin,
I can destroy you.
Follow me down the
path, but stay close,
it is dark and you
might get lost, and
I do not wish to
hurt what I love most.
Winter Night
Sleepless on a
cold winter night
wondering if your
hands can touch me
like your words did,
if with every touch,
every whisper, every
caress you could
feed my starving soul.
The thought of your
fingers running through
my skin awakens the
wild woman inside of me,
blowing my imagination
and making my heart
beat fast, but it's
just a thought, maybe
just a beautiful dream
on a cold winter night...
when I look beside me
I just see an empty space,
and that shreds my heart.
