Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A moth to the flame

A Moth to the Flame

Enticingly you beckoned me
As a candle dancing in the night,
Drawn nearer, your subtle warmth
Allures me nearer still

Erotically untempered, this dance evolves to be,
No thought of self, & less for me, the dance is all you see

I’ll find another flame with which
I may share the night,
For now I’ll wander in the dark
Still warm, your light in sight

Monday, March 7, 2011

Strenght Beyond Our Own

Strength Beyond Our Own

From foundation’s quivering form springs forth
A bud of last resort,
Though death so near, so void, so cold
Grips with pointed claw,
Life’s foundation must persist
Despite pressing weariness, to exist

Exerting strength of heart and soul
Unrecoverable if should fail,
This last effort to withstand
Night's oblivious kiss

A bud is born