…touch your heart
with a calmly raging
tempest of love…
…dance naked
under black night
and full moon…
…drink deep
the delicious
decadence
of your soul…
…grow, expand
explode my soul
upon the fabric
of this surreal
existance…
…welcome you
to this home and hearth
to this my deep love.
Inspired by Baring Down, a poem by Scarlett Blue.
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All things that should be done in a life well lived.
Too true. A check on all but the second, I’m still looking for the place and time that this will be acceptable so that I don’t get arrested for “Indecent Exposure.”
Camping, woods – trust me.
Where are these men? Delicious and warm, like a sip of hot chocolate.
We exist within the discards of common society, cast out for our strong passion, our tendancy towards empathy, and our refusal to be a conquorer with out good reason.
I have a friend who’s danced naked under full moons. In her backyard. For some reason, though, this didn’t remind me of her. But images of The Wolfman ran through my head.
*Sigh* Such it is to be a horror writer and fan.
A job well done, though. Great images captured in a few phrases.
Thanks, DarcKnyt. Good to see you around.
very cool poem. I like your site, check out mine
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