Angel

As she brings me to my knees glistening sparks of silver capture my eye she sharpens her blade the sacrifice has begun her desire must be met and I have nothing left but my life my Queen of darkness demands the ultimate gift with the first cut of her knife my body burns my blood …

Love Savvy

The tender touch I can’t feel as paranoia steals my breathing yet desire burns a raging flame drawing closer pushing away on the precipice of despair love me don’t touch me I seek beauty not lust there are other things we can do talk to me shared philosophy in conversation inspire my thinking in gentle …

Lost Tears

Those words of denial hurt me a shattered heart refusing to love or be loved for love meant pain without mercy never-ending unrelenting unkind unkind words unable to see they left me blind outside of darkness I didn’t exist as words pierced my soul until all I crave is silence serenity tranquility to dry the …

Atramentous Wings

Dormant, he sleeps within my heart his tranquillity is my darkness and he rests silently with one eye open he waits for love’s tender kiss to awaken his veracity and strength for love is his inky black quills of flight © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Free Verse

Awareness Awakens

As eyes closed to sleep his voice spoke in dreams echoes of daylight thoughts dismissed into subconsciousness yet in dreams he keeps telling me I am he he is me and as I awake to the newborn day the mirror reflects confusion tormented by self hate aware yet unable to reach out I am he …

Hypnosis

From that first touch before I could comprehend the pulsating movements between our hands as our fingers entwined to lead the dance without chorography without intension each step into the unknown and the rhythm grows intensifying the senses into that state of hypnosis called ecstasy a rapture that binds me to you in the chains …

Nyctophobia

Each night I wake in the same dream and I scream into the darkness I hear your footsteps following me I see your shadows haunting me I feel you On a starless night in the swarthy heat the streets are empty in the godless hours and the chase is on I sense you closing in …

NaPoMo 28: Poetic Journey

Pen and ink marks on paper clichéd rhyme and metered lines the practice of finding the voice soft and feminine end of lines gave way to a stronger rhythm the rhythm of a poet’s soul the growl of a heart tired of breaking in the silence of hush, don’t talk about it keep it inside …

NaPoMo 24: Surreal Similitude

The storm raged around me the prison of thunder and rain keeping me static never moving on as the lightning crashed inside my mind ceaseless recollections back in time repeating echoes of pain no place to turn nowhere to go no place to call home there is no escaping thoughts trapped in the mind flashing …