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Voiceless, heartless and withered until your touch Tasting, sensing delicious agony and waiting for your smile Watching your face seeing you need from me what I need from you Symphonic unbridled passion smash fear and chains of memory Let me hold your gaze and touch your skin free this frozen soul let me die no more.....

I cry and wait and fume with hate and it is not enough. We fight, we listen, we disagree, we drift and it is not enough. You ask, I answer, you probe, I reply, you sit in silence and it is not enough. Inside my head and outside your heart missing the point and falling apart. Too many bruises and words said in haste, ashes of long dead fires are out and it is not enough. We laugh and we strain to recapture the moment and it is not enough. A day, an hour, an eternity of no promises and recycled hopes that leave us both feeling like it is not enough. Constrained and captive within walls and bound by virtual chains and the light goes dark.

ME: So you stand there and look at me this way, I feel vacant. You cannot begin to understand I stumble through the sentence and trail off...... YOU: No words. You glare at me, waiting and breathing hard. ME: I am tired of looking at the floor, so I look up. you are unflinching YOU: So that's it? you hiss, I thought we were passed all this. Who is she? ME: She? there is no one. It's me. I feel like the walking dead or like a madman undone by everything that I thought I knew, about us about tomorrow and I can't stand feeling like this life is a prison for someone I don't know yet..... YOU: So what? What do you want from me? Am I suppose t

I have sat here now in the fog for most of the night. I think at first I welcomed the fog and felt like it hid me from the night, but now I think differently. I have looked for that clear, cloudless sky lit up with a luminescence from the moon. The weight of the fog is surreal, and it seems to seep into my clothes, and even my soul. Fear and Jealousy disguised as familiar faces pass and leave their eerie masqueraded faces in the mist. I wait for the cloud break so I may taste the Moons warm embrace...Her face is my Northern Star my heart aches to be near her beauty....

For you.....my love my own heartbeat....commingled together entwined lovers not only in word, but in body and soul. Unfettered, my passion and your touch ignite between us a conflagration. I will not look for Paradise for in your eyes I see its very shores. You lips drip like ripe fruit red and succulent. Let us embrace here, I penetrate the folds of your flower and meet you in ecstasy. Your lips to mine and my soul awakens to find its expression complete. Hold this one thought my queen while I breathe there shall never be another for you are my Lover, my Courtesan and moon kissed Artemis.

All these shadows of fear I keep at bay…things that find freedom at night and flee the light of day. Torchlight blazes fangs and claws, misshapen heads a monsters ball. The boy at my feet wants life to be neat closes his eyes and tries to sleep I shake him awake and firmly I say, If you want to live kid run this way! Fairy tale fiction and little white lies until I cover my ears and blind my own eyes. Bloody and bruised against a rock wall one more swing of my blade and the beasts will all fall. They hold no quarter so I hear no lies. My blade hisses and sings and cuts them to size. The boys face is dirty but he wears a smile. We sit