These lines no longer matter
words no longer have any meaning
shared thoughts are fading
promises already breaking
like mirrors ready to shatter
Yet the words will spill
like the blood that flows
from the heart though pained
from the absence of you
And they will form in silence
just like the silence you gave
and form they will just to speak
the truth that this lips won’t dare say
That the dark days you left me with
sparked the fire within
and from the desolation of broken heart strings
and debris of shattered dreams
the flames will run
Engulfing the wreckage
consuming the pain and hatred
searing memories etched upon walls
down in the chamber once offered to you
And from the heat of the flames
that course through these veins
all the lies these ears have heard
and lips have sworn
shall melt away
like the images of you
and us no more
And the fire shall raze
everything in its path
not even a shadow of our first kiss
not even a hint of our smiles
not even the idea of us
-©The Elusive Scribe 040514-
Should I write you a love letter
letting the sweetest words appear
on these blank pieces of paper
telling you what I’d do if you’re near?
Should I woo you with kisses
press them tenderly upon your lips,
and with the softest of touch shall caress
your cheeks with my fingertips?
Should I read you a poem tonight
the one that I’ve kept hidden all this time
read it with such passionate delight
not listening to it would be a crime?
Should I dance for you under the starlit skies
swaying hips in rhythm with the flames
capturing your attention and your desires
bringing passion to our little games?
Should I make you mine this valentine
and offer my heart to you on bended knee,
whisper to you how I want you to be mine
and share the secret that love whispered to me?
There is magic in the words your lips do utter
into the night where our shadows reside,
with the flames from the candles our only lights
reflected back within the deep pools of our eyes.
Your whispered words that get carried by the wind
trail goosebumps on flesh as your breath descends,
a spell to remove the chains that bind the fire
setting it free to course through cold skin that waits
for your touch to ignite the desire within
letting it loose and unbound on waiting silken sheets.
Tonight our faces are awash in flames
glasses reflecting broken images
thoughts escaping like bubbles on liquid
drowning emptiness with each sip to forget,
memories engulfed with the rawness of sorrow
that spread its disease on fragile hearts
on the brink of breaking with each clink of glass.
Where do our hearts reside now
as we gaze longingly into the depths of our drink,
seeking answers in the haze of candle lights
and cigarette smoke?
Would we be able to mend the broken thoughts
that seem to merge with the silence of the stars?
Grasp our fleeting dreams with benumbed fingers
stop them from fading as the blanket of darkness descends
clouding our perception as we try to find the reason
why we can’t find the answers to the questions
that our hearts want to ask yet our lips refuse to speak.
-The Elusive Scribe 111613-
Now the flames shall burn as night closes in,
you’re the light that ignites the fuel
that courses through these veins.
Tell me now if you’re ready to play with fire,
strike the match, we’re gonna dance tonight,
between the tongues of flame that lick our skin,
our sweat covered bodies will seek each other out.
And as the fire we’ve conjured with each searing kiss,
rise up to bring down the heaven to its knees,
we shall swim in the depths of our desires,
until we find release as we look into each others eyes.
-The Elusive Scribe 092613-
And because I thought it was over,
I burned everything with the setting sun.
I watched the flames lick the letters,
finding them tasty enough to feed on.
Singed edges start to appear,
as the fire crackles merrily on,
and I just watched and watched
wishing that I was being consumed as well.
I have no doubts that this is where we’ll end,
just like paper fed to the flames,
burning brightly, giving off heat,
then slowly dying,
until we’re all but graying ashes
carried away by the wind.
-The Elusive Scribe 081313-
Stolen moments from this sweltering summer heat,
hiding underneath the canopy of trees
breeze blowing flower petals in the air
dancing dreamily in our own quiet space.
We gaze at the sparkling sun shining
behind leaves that sway
giving us a glimpse of what we can be.
Our hands seek each other out in the silence of the
clutching tightly while smiles bloom in our faces.
A love like ours burns just like the summer sun,
scorching us with flames that grow with every moment
until it engulfs us deep within leaving nothing
but traces of our hearts that will forever beat as one.
-The Elusive Scribe 042213-