When the wind whispers your name

Softly cradling you asleep and feathering your dreams,

Do you lift your head, narrow your eyes, and give a tenacious no;

Or do you answer the glimmering call of the tempestuous wind?

You come forth—your hands grasping for the golden mirage,

While all your grotesque dreams lay naked than the deception in Eden.

 Asmodeus is found lurking your simple instincts astray—for  

In his illusory eyes, he reveals the earths’ beauties and treasures.

Forsaken figures carelessly watches you; seeking to hold your spirit.

You are befriended by Cerberus; shamelessly laughing while the smell

Of burning flesh lingers and colours your soul a shade darkener than night.

Do you let yourself be pulled into the darken corner by Gorgons?

Do you listen to their nebulous plan for mankind destruction and

Throw in your own lurid details of demolition works?

Do you let your heart gleam with mischief, your lips seal with lies?

Do you cover laughter with incestuous creates and nod your head for acceptance?

You look inside your mistreated self to find the little bit of goodness stored

 In the corner of your blacken soul.  Do you fight with the little you have?

Or run with what’s left of your heart that has once been yanked and cracked with bare hands.

Somewhere in the stillness of the morning, the tears of Hades are heard.

You crawl and creep with flaking tears encircling you to find this whimpering.

Your fleeting hopes break into smithereens while you try to collect its pieces;

Without giving up what little you still posses within this scattered fragment

Of broken dreams. You stand armed, barely holding yourself upright.

You fight and you lose. But you still fight. You realize it is not about the ending

When you’re carried into Zeus’ realm; and imps are eating your flesh and laughing your fears.

 You see the light while your head tumbles under Apollo’s seat.

You smile.  For secretly within you, you have won the battle.

Secretly yours and primeval beat,
Our virgin bodies are preceding production.
Skins generating indispensable heat,
An artistic cadence of vital seduction.
Touch, smell, and kiss- my soul is complete.
Feel the lines and curves as an introduction
An open valley, come, no need to be discreet.
I want everyone to know the suction
Your kisses derives of my mind, let us replete
The endless strokes, which broke an artist’s construction
A public performance, our love is a treat.

She whispers-
Things he been longing to hear.
The falseness of the duration
Made no matter for he had
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And notice a sudden change;
Her brown eyes, beautiful they are
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Somewhere between times our souls touched.
A painter’s brush caressing us delicately;
Desirous Angels praising about our love.
I lost you once, blindly across space
My heart knows no other but yours.
Hands entwine like a sailors knot
We sail across the stars,
Anchoring our thoughts by the moon.
Our essence exposed, lucid emotions
Twist in our very core, I am yours.
This is how it was meant to be,
Written in the stars, before the day
Our spirits embrace itself into existence.
Doubts and pains aside, even after bereavement,
How can I not know my very own soul,
My quiescence staring in face,
Touching me, kissing me, kindly loving me,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever.

Rain beating upon my face

Your reflection I see

Speaks to me ever so softly

The glow of the candlelight

Wax dripping down, down

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