there’s still that letter to write
that last poem to finish
one more song to listen to
a dream to remember you by
there’s still a story that needs an ending
that question that needs to be answered
one more night together
a kiss to remember you by
as the night descends
the moon is out tonight
from passing clouds
covering pale face
oblivious of eyes
for that red lips
its vampire heart
-©The Elusive Scribe 041214-
I see you standing there
waiting to be consumed by eyes that see
the loneliness that you wear
like a mantle draped heavily on your shoulders.
I can taste your sorrow that drips
from your mouth with every word that you say
a bitterness that needs to be dispelled
by the touch of sweetness these lips could bring.
If only you’d let me come closer,
welcome you in these arms of mine.
I’l take away the anger and build up the hunger,
just a taste is all it will take
for the fire to start burning into our souls,
consuming every thought, every hurt
until the screams of our shadows break
the infinite silence of the stars that are out tonight.
-The Elusive Scribe 020714-
That moment when our eyes first met
your words hypnotized the very thoughts in me
tying them up like knots on a string
how can i think coherently?
What magic is this that drives me on
wanting, needing and craving for more?
your touch that glides like butterfly wings,
your kiss that ignites the passion within.
how wonderful it would be to wake up
wrapped in the warmth of your arms,
knowing that I’m safe and secure in your love.
What would I give to make them all come true,
transform these dreams into my reality?
Daydreaming of a life with you,
waking up beside you,
a kiss to give your lips I will,
cuddle closer let’s hide under covers.
A dream to be a reality
with closed eyes still waiting,
hoping that soon it will be true,
this daydream where I belong to you.
-Th Elusive Scribe 092813-
Wake the dying embers within
stoke the fire let it burn
with your hands running over
aching flesh that waits.
Burn the night with your searing kiss,
let your love dazzle me,
we’ll play with fire fit for our desires,
let it swallow us, consume us,
melt us until we are nothing yet be everything.
And in the circle of our arms we’ll lie still and spent,
until the embers slowly die down,
to be woken when passion burns once more.
Your lips that kiss cold cheeks tonight
shall be a boon to soul seeking its rightful home,
upon the heaven where freedom lies
from flesh and all its earthly ties.
Your hands shall beckon from the darkness
souls seeking rest,
from their weary travels upon this earth,
and by your leave they’ll go on a final trip
to a place where they once belong.
-The Elusive Scribe 091613-