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Beautiful on fire, passion,
Not for the faint-hearted
You stare at me, its danger
Usually demure, looking away
So angry, a dial

I can't help but stare
Lose myself, for a moment
Your voice, gorgeous
Drowned out by the contact
Not a moment for me usually
I have to take the time, appreciate
I love you in your passion

I kiss your lips, closed, locking lashes
Maybe head tipped back, always closed
Makes me wonder, do I kiss that well
You lose yourself in desire?
Maybe thoughts elsewhere

Wonder without guile

I love your smile,
Creases your eyes
Dark, then light
Browned by heat
Red on the fire

Emotion traps, caught between blinks
You say, your eyes show far too much
I am denied, but for anger
To look in to your eyes
Not hard to read without,
But to have the sky
And never look up
Her weight is like a feather
The perils of her life
Weigh her down
Let me help
You are not alone

The heaviness of the past
The crushing experiences
Don't need to be shouldered
It's chains need not bite
The cold of steel
Or the strength of your walls
Let me stand by your side

We can look together
At future depths
Tackle the chains
Break that which binds
Besiege those castle's towers

I want to be by your aide
To shoulder your weights
To build new wings for your heart
To knock down the walls
Holding your hand
Fighting at your side
Facing our demons

You were alone for so long
It's hard hearted necessity
Repelling all help that doesn't last
For you nothing stayed
Trusting none

Keeping demons at bay
Clawing outside, screaming
Wretched, oozing creatures
Bemoaning loss, misery
Cutting deep, razoring flesh
Locked away, a mind's eye
Thicker and higher; safety's cage

Locking you in, a path not your own
Borrow my compass, my map
Let me carry my sword, your cause
Work my guns, my life for yours
Never feel alone, possess my bones

No matter the weight
Regarding the stones
My shoulders for strength
It'll be easier carry
Changing from I, me, my
For ours, us, and we
Two is better when one

Together, we'll step
On the unstepped road
Hand in hand, side by side
Aid in hardship, share
Making lights in the dark

We set everything on flame
Nearly burned our home
We've come through together
Quenched in passions
Furious dragon's fire
This journey together
A quest, heart's desire

We've beaconed lights
Set up the stage
This path has lights
Stories untamed
Lighting our way

My love for you
Lightens all that weighs
Maps our journey
A compass together
To a future, to us
Maybe this explains it better
Imagine a planet of wheat
Maybe blue skies, fluffy clouds
It's a place of perfect days
Some birds in the sky
Where no insects play

There, wine flows from the trees
No crowds, waiting or lines
Free coffee in the mornings
Steak, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
My truck never runs out of gas
Somewhere where I can
Get totally lost, everyday

There I make thousand yard shots
Taking the X, quartered, in four
Maybe out the passenger side
Sleeping in the bed of the truck
Maybe a hammock off the bumper

Not a care in the world
Smelling fresh grass all night
I can see forever, ever in stars
I'll bathe in the afternoon rain
Cookfire when I hunger
Sleep, when tired
Such a false lie

It might have been heaven
It's all great, with a shrug
I'll be bored in an hour
Is love such a life
Everything just right?

My heaven is with you
No other life will do
The absolute worst you can do
Still more perfect than not
Why choose this, would I?
Because without just you
All perfection, would be hell
Heaven and hell; that Christian ideas/threats are all relative to the person
When you look to the pretty lights in the sky
You'll see all the reds, oranges, yellows, and blues
Galaxies spread out, floating
A spinning waltz, coordinated, gravitational
Nonlinear on strings, time infinite

Wish upon all those stars
Colors I can't even see
Let them have their partners
Relationships into themselves
Numbers stretch patterned lines

See much further than the naked eye
Colors don't matter, neither their cries
Epic majestic, eternal blending
Shifting skies, beaches, oceans
On alien planets, in our skies
Count the stars and their parts
Every particle, piece, elemental tie

Look much further, with your ears
A musical hum, RF bending tie
Circling waves, scattering dashes
Invisible stories, forever
Building rhythm, spicing the waltz

Taste true love, sweetest
Thirst, hunger, and peace
Encompass emotion
Eclipsed release
Hold back the awe
Utilitarian focus, belief
See time complete

This is
I love you,
three worlds
Incompletely
But neat
Because I love you this much
The Unbeliever Aug 2014
Today's new day
A bit less blood
Maybe my tongue
Doesn't papercut
Inside my mouth

Maybe my fists won't clench
That man won't undress me with his eyes
Make me unspecial, a *****

Today it's love
Everywhere, here
Seems to be, hope for me
The men are learning
Haven been broken
Taken to lengths unknown
Maybe one for me

Look at me
Unreadable, adorable
Beautiful, deep eyes

Let flowers sprout
Beneath my feet
Cool, rain wash
Away my sins
Forgive me, Father,
I might love again
Maybe, maybe

There is one
But not mine
A fantastic love
Broken, resilient
Vowed to try

I am jealous
Joy, though for a kindred soul
So lucky, what did she do?
Blessings from heaven
God's Gift to her

Will it prove true?
Or another lie?

I want it so badly
Unselfish for her
Because if there is one
There is two
I want to nurture
Guide and help
Believe

But to be anything more
Than an observer, spectator
Clapping hands, the audience alive
Will distract the stage, show
Maybe make a player, lover
Miss a step, trip out of step
Distractions, a bump

She's a beauty to behold
Him, in love, almost
It seems, a worship
Worthy goddess
Worthy love
For the men that make me think they might not be all the same, and will love her on her own terms...
For all the women, true to themselves, we must help them be the men we need them to be. Do something to show them they're on the right path.
So much love today! It's overwhelming!
  Aug 2014 The Unbeliever
Mercurychyld
He is the painter,
painting images of
desperate desire
and vistas of love
and secret knowledge,
upon her skin.

Each patient and
skillful brushstroke,
weaves obscure
and cryptic symbols
in subtle, vibrant
tones upon the
supple texture of
her curving form.

She is a leather bound
notebook,
swelling with promise
of verses and poems
yet to be birthed.

He is the quill,
his ink flowing
abundantly,
spilling fertile words...

filling her every page.






-by Mercurychyld
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