Melancholy and mysterious…
Stout you are
with thorns which bite!
Open your veiling,
black petals for me
so I can gaze into your eyes!
To see your face,
perhaps the shining from me
will attract you to this handsome star?
Still,
your thorns desire
to puncture,
scratch,
lacerate.
Then,
my blood undammed,
trickles
down
and runs
in streams of tears.
But teary wounds from you
cannot keep me away!
I want to get close.
To be enveloped by
your velvety petals.
Held close
and warm in this
melancholy we share.
And the mystery of us!
You orbit this sun
as if to tease me!
Pain and sorrow
is what both light
and dark share!
Lure me within
the petals
of your darkness,
I will lure open
your eyes
with my light!
And in I lean
for another kiss
as you again thorn me.
“Call on me during
the next blood moon,”
you whisper.
“Why wait?
Inflict what you will
on me now!” I howled.
“Well, my dear,
as much as I allow us to…
smell
touch
taste…”
Her whispery voice paused,
“I bloom then…
and then alone…”
She shut her petals suddenly to me,
and I await in fiery anticipation.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian