PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My wild eyes puncture your form with deadly accuracy,

disecting your existence and your intentions.

Try to understand me and you fail

Unlike anything else in this world I can bewitch you,

Permeate your dreams, plague your thoughts

and provoke your desires.

I am one of a kind, and you want to claim me as your own.

But you cannot, for I am a mystical angel, a devil in

disguise.

Dangerous, almost evil, in my pursuit for your heart,

I attack your defenses unmercifully, until I have you.

When content in my prize, I allow you to regain your senses

enough to realize I am your mighty huntress; enough to know

you are slave to your own fantasies of me

You are mine,

And so lost in the illusion you manifest as me, for yourself.

The power I have over you is magnificent,

Yet, try and elude me and you become your own slave

of desire.  

Try and deny me, and you will never be set free.

Your mind precludes your juxtapositon in this surrealism,

For your fate draws you to my fire

and you know you are my carnal slave.

Recalling the heat that our bodies made

when we entwined our limbs and we become as one;

Recalling the mixing of our flesh, the pounding of our life forces

and the chorus of our screams driven only by instincts

   to procreate, you admit your primitive needs enslave you.



But, I no longer need your magic, a slave was I, to you also,

Trapped in what our bodies crave,  I became trapped also

for my lust to have you.

But now I let go, for my heart never heard those timeless words

that would keep me steadfast.

Still, I continue to bask in the splendorous carnal emotions

and renew from memory, our powerful encounters,

the smell of your body on mine  

my memories are raw with wounds from your

lust and desires.

Yet, what truly aches is inside my soul, asking for your

pureness in love..needing to be claimed

for every word you do not utter in confession of love for me,

tears at my flesh

Each time we touch my soul tears more

yet, without a sign to you.

You may have seen me frown, but never will you see my tears

for they are hidden behind my stoic strength of will

to remain as if pleased after each union as one.

You do not see my fragile soul, you think you know me

but never took the time to ask. Your body was pleased

and you thought I was content for my body was appeased.

I remain waiting for the man who will claim me

resurrect me,  complete me

But now, I release you from my hold, my spell, my life...

Yet, you linger..doubt is written on your face, as if

I might claim you back.

But you study the stoic expression laced by a pale tinge of a smile

at the corner of my lips

and you know from your rainbowed memories of me

and, acknowledging this transient glimpse, your

anticipatory smile wanes and dissipates into the past

of what we learned and what we lost, yet, still, what we've gained

And as I turn away, you place a lasting kiss,

Our lips lightly brush against eachothers' one final kiss

And fading lingeringly beyond your view,

I hear you whisper frail words: "I love you"

too late.



Lia:     May 2000