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Created on: February 02, 2007 Last Updated: May 22, 2007
Passages
I desire ...
to talk to you,
to openly speak.
I want to feel
everything
you have to say,
Deep inside,
in a place
where no words
Rumble,
Where fragments
of Love's hunger
Brave the dark
and lonely passage
to dwell
in morbid silence
of night.
I want you
to touch me
there
To reach me,
Here.
Sense me
as I've not been
sensed before.
Like the stars
of Night's Heaven
that caress evening's
face
Let adoration
reach out
from behind your cloak.
Give to my longing
purpose.
This hallowed shell
Holds me captive
For what seems
an eternity.
In a place
Where only
the fringes
of escape
seep through night
shadows
darkness.
Chastity ...
has swallowed
This passion,
this thirst
Turned it sour
and bitter
Leaving me
with but
A wish,
a thought.
And I know not,
Does reality trick me
now?
Is it true
you and only you
Know the way?
Is there a passage
beyond time,
Beyond the wandering?
Will this caravan of
wonder-lust roaming
Bring you any closer?
Desire
it is all I am.
It is what you've
made me, burned
into me.
So now I wait,
indefinite and coiled;
teetered on the
brink of Want's
treacherous crag.
Can you not join me
beneath the ebony
sheath of evening
to witness
the passage of
night's guardian
as he yields
to the blistering
light of Dawn?
Night,cursed night
lift your shroud.
Beckon Heaven's thunder
and open your gates.
Make for me
safe passage
amid stars and cirrus.
Desire...
It is all that I am.
It is all I will ever be.
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