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by your side

 

i will lie by your side and watch you deep in sleep,
loving the way my hands cradle your head as you
put your trust in me.
these moments when everything is right with the
world,
just the two of us, loving every single moment that
our hearts have in store for us.
until the morrow comes and we’ll go back to a world
where we can’t do anything but be apart,
waiting for the end that we often speak of in dreams,
where we are the ones who will write our happy
ending.

-eamarifosque 062413-

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heart shaped moon

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there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
a tribute to lost lovers old and new,
reminding them of whom they loved and lost,
reasons why they now feel so alone.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
that gazes down upon tear steaked faces,
offering comfort in its gentle light,
as it shines brightly beyond the shadows of the night.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
that brings together lonely souls adrift,
fingers tracing surfaces with intimate familiarity,
until their outlines become imprinted in memory.

there’s a heart shaped moon tonight,
touching lovers, fueling hope and desire,
stirring passion from the ashes of forgetfulness,
until fire ignites and consumes them to eternity.

-The Elusive Scribe 061913-

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Own the Night

 

we shall own the night, tonight of all nights,
we will make it listen to our beating hearts.
the fires we shall conjure will banish the shadows
and we will play in its heat as it sears
the very essence of our being as we collide
like the distant stars in the horizon.
we shall own the night and make it last,
until we have satisfied our hungry hearts,
with the things that we crave the most,
the touch and feel of desire that course through us.
as we gaze up into the starry backdrop of this night
where we shall belong to one another
both in body and soul until the night slowly dwindles
and fade into nothingness.

-eamarifosque 061513-

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It was your smile…

 

that unmade me the first time we met,
the curve of your lips and that sparkle in your eyes.
how can i define the beauty that i found in you?
it was your smile that i keep turning back to,
how it blossomed into a delightful laugh
whe we started to discover who we were
in the stories that we filled the hours with.
how perfect that moment was when
we understood why our paths crossed again.
it was true that it was your smile that unmade me,
but it was your love that made me whole once more.

-The Elusive Scribe 061513-

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Paint Me a Story

paint me a story of what love really is,

so i can bring it with me when i go to sleep.

touch colors to canvas in delightful swirls,

and tell me that’s how i make you feel.

show me rainbows, show me black and grey,

show me how eloquent you can be

when painting love and all its miseries.

fill the canvas with images of how you see

the love that i offer you in all its simplicity.

show me in colors the truth you found in me,

and show me what secrets you learned as you dive

into the depths of me.

-eamarifosque 061813-

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heart strings

 

blood red strings that tie me to you,
swell with every beat of my heart and yours.
tied round and round on our beating hearts,
binding us together though we are miles apart.
these lifelines that we cling to as days go by,
are fed by love that even distance can’t stop.
these knots we tie we hope won’t unravel,
but instead grow stronger as we fall more in love with each other.
until the time comes that we can be together,
to live our lives with one another.

-The Elusive Scribe 061713-

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when the morning comes…

 

and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
dead.
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.

-The Elusive Scribe 061613-