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Words are the life's blood
of a writer; just as technique
is to a prize fighter.

With our words we can
commemorate each other,
while in the same breath,
obliterate another.

A thousand words would
still not be enough to quench
a lover's desire; even the most
sensual lyric would only begin
to stoke that fire.

I, for one, use words as a
pathway by which my heart,
mind and soul communicate;
and with each verse, my
inner world, I choose to
illuminate.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyright
The truth lies
not in her eyes,
for she learned
long ago
how to forge
desperate lies.

It's as she was
conditioned to do...
to tell lies
with her eyes,
and beguile
with her smile.

The truth lies
not in her eyes,
but if you must know
just where her
verity dwells...

it's in her voice...

the timber,
the rhythm,
the words,
the whispers
in the sound.

It's in her voice
that her truth
will be found.

Can you hear it?




By Mercurychyld
Copyright
Close and closer still
Dry your beautiful tears
My arms around you
Gotten me through
Too many nights

Our legs entwined
Warmth, twilight's touch
Sun kissed in candle light
Blood red fingered tipped
Your eyes hooded
But sparkling and bright
Take you in rapture

But that's not why I'm with you
My Little Biscuit, it's much more than lust
That's only physical,
A moth to the flame
A search untamed

You are elemental in nature
A wind, gusting, a blade
Your voice, beautiful
Rage, unadulterated pain
You are the mirror
To which fire
Measures flame

Anxiety and fear
Blacken out your light
If you allowed unveiling
All the world, frozen
Like I saw you in dress

From the first moment I saw you
To worst in fight, your hand raised to strike
Always I loved you, always my life
Unconditional love
Love at first sight
You mock, deny and bite
But in a moment I loved you
Changed my whole life

I am learning to love you
Everyday, a new light
Your brightness, my devotion
Your plight is my fight
If you'll let me have might

Tell you, ok
Everything's alright
We'll get through this
Together, love
Commitment and tight
Love is beyond the romantic, when it grows to supreme heights, romance is the least of its attributes. Everything I feel for you, Love, is the only thing that is unconquerable, unquenchable and insurmountable. No words will ever equal the overwhelming emotions that I reserve for you.

— The End —