You do not know him like I do
These verses shared of love too true.
You think he bleeds these words for you,
But lips of mine he gripped
You do not feel his presence near
Perhaps you think to him you’re dear
But hearts like mine are made to sear
Beneath his blazing gaze. It’s clear.
He moves you. Yes
He stirs your need
You think that you’re consumed with greed
As on his verses fast you feed
Imagining desire he’s freed.
But you don’t know him like I do
(And though convinced he scribes for you)
He shatters glass of pain so blue
Within my need impaled right through.
I need him, that you did not know
He came to me when breath was slow
When I, forbidden was to show
My soul to clouds was prepped to go.
And even he can’t understand
The depth of oceans kissing sand
While dressed in tatters there I stand
As love he feeds me from his hand.
I hear him as he does not speak
My sense between my legs falls weak
And havoc on my darkness wreak
I ask him, beg him claim my peak.
He speaks of love and whispers dreams
With raining metaphors he screams
In silent ardour moonlight beams
He slays my darkened veil’s tight seams.
Where once my light had grown so dim,
A touch I felt of Clotho’s whim
And he and I: Fate’s Synonym
My raging heart pounds love for