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Safe Place To Wait

Poetry By: Love Reaper

Lovely bliss.

Submitted:Dec 19, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

They say, when in love, you shed old skin, peeling off the desert full of memories and swollen bruises. But I, I have yet to grasp the concept of being something other than a dark past of smitten behavior.
Your past follows my future as I sit here in astonishment, in anguish.
In wait for the next time to be full of your presence overwhelming mine with exotic behavior that becomes erratic, full of chaos; luxury. How my days as a babe reacquaint me as I daze and daze at the generous touch of purity.
I've seem to run longer than the fear in me allowed as you bandage my blisters and cleanse my wounds with sweet kisses filled with tingling explosions to each fiber and neuron within.
You had me at hello.
So I ran from the hurt I expected to come, but you chained me. Looked at me with disgrace; feathers and butterflies.
The world punishes my imperfection with more sin, and still you carry the dread and throw it in a fiery furnace, surrendering me into a lullaby of passion topped hope.
For I am no longer scared. All the while I do not know you.
Such blessing to be injected with; there is no shadow within your light.
Who are you?
Why have you come for me?
Is it the trance that has paralyzed me with delightful misery?
Have you spoken a hidden code that hypnotized me to be this person I thought, could never desire to be?
I don't itch to see you, breathe you, yet you're already here. Yet you are from afar.
Are you a ghost continuing the cycle of my forgotten path?
Are you a mere angel strengthening me when I am weak?
If so, I give praise to the one that sent you, to the one that birthed you, to the one that made you.
I fear I've over stayed my welcome with your disarming ecstasy I so love to keep.
I admit that I need to be admitted, yet an ounce of regret is not occupying me with doubts.
As I'm carried away in a cage, I will bang my head against the bars to make sure the blood I see is still red, suffocating me with cold silence. And as I sleep, I shall wake with throbbing rejuvenation that you are still are....
I can't feel my lips, will you kiss them till I do?
I can't feel my hips, will you hold them till I do?
I seem to refuse to hear, will you talk until I do?
I'm in a daze, yes I'm amazed, but still in a daze, I say again a daze.
I hope all goes well for you.
I hope to return the favor fulfilling your every need to become someone better, to be spoiled with joy like I think to hope I've seen to be.
Though I trust no one other than the ground I weep on, I can't weep.
Is whats consuming me transgression of a warm butterfly?
Or have I become erect to fall for the last time?
I don't fly this high, so I need you to join me. So when we fall, we fall with grace and perception that we die as one.
Touch me if I'm real, love me if you will, for I don't know no longer nor do I long any longer.
I asked to not be rescued and you went through with my wish and now, I want to build something new.
Something new, with you.


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