In the forgotten hour
I find you in my darkest dreams
and distorted realities.
You are the dream which has no foundation
and therefore I love you.
Damning shadow,
beautiful recognition of the darkness
that was never within you,
yet you hunger for it,
seek it out in another...their taste,
their touch,
you crave and you desire and I am ever there,
knowing you through your longings and deceptions.
What brought about the coldness and the grandeur,
fallen at the feet of a woman who could be
an angel, a goddess, a shining star.
Will you cloister yourself away forever?
Who are you? What are you?
My goddess, I love you and trust you...
a symbol burnt upon your breast,
the pain and the seared flesh...is it all for me?
I need you, carry me into this world
and the next.
I am your guardian angel.
2007-12-12
01:37:19
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asked by
Evadne Soleil
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry