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Unsheathed Love

Updated on August 21, 2010

You cast your shadow next to mine

As you handed me that glass of red wine

And dragged me down to the land of disgrace

As I heard your little heart race and pace

I have always tried to fight this

Yet it all started with That Kiss

Let us dance in the shadow of love

Sing happily like a morning Dove

And in desire we lost it all into the night

And we lost every sense of decency and right

Under the skies of lust we danced

And in the madness of love we were lanced

And now with the dying moon we are free

And we screamed to the night like a banshee

Falling into the land of unknown and disgraceful emotions

We have shaken the world’s balance, set love in motion

The mist plays notes with your black hair

As the moon shows a creature so fair

And I cry for your beautiful heart to pour into mine

For our hearts to beat as one, our bodies to combine

No longer Alone I have told myself

No need to cast that heart on a shelf

And as my heart yearned for your touch

Your grace was able to break through the Hutch

As your name under a dying breath a mutter

As the sensation of love grows even hotter

I trail your name over my pale skin

And paint your face over my world of sin

And I pray that we never wake up again

For I don’t want ever to feel the rain

And I want to sleep with you by my side

For you are light, my guide, and my place to hide

Yet my body yearns for you in this comatose

So dark life you can give me an overdose

Yet with your body next to me I breathe

And my sealed love I am ready to unsheathe


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      Uriel 6 years ago from Lebanon

      alternate poet, thanks for the comment it resembles the feelings at war that i had back then :P (due to over drowning oneself in COOFEEeeeeeeeeee )

      Mentalist acer :) always speaking words of wisdom thanks

      Jess Killmenow i never thought of it in this manner. It is amazing how you portray it :D worth a thousand words

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      Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      Darkness to light as the lance is hidden in flesh and alternately revealed as base and divine, weapon of dominance or painter's brush in the creation of a masterpiece of ecstasy and love. The act is a paradox of simple pleasure and complex aftermath. The play is worth acting. The paradox worth the deepest of investigations.

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      Mentalist acer 7 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

      A sway from foundation into passion can be as traumatic as an up-lifting you so elegantly versed in this poem Uriel;)

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      alternate poet 7 years ago

      complicated emotions at war here :) like it !