Aspects of loveA Poem by Alison Grossintense desire described in vivid and sometimes disturbing imageryStarving A luscious green and fertile field I need you to glut my night I need you to make me yield Silken, stern, sate my appetite That by your wound I may be healed
Yearning Golden spangles raining down I strain to taste your sweet caress I strain to pour in you and drown Enthralled, enrapture, you may posses My soul, with naked flesh worn as a gown
Dreaming Silver, black, across the moon I see you in my eyes asleep I see you in my eyes and swoon Slender, sharp, stings sticking deep Dreams haunt my waking life at noon
Burning Dusky smoke shot through with blood I feel my heart consumed by flame I feel my heart consumed by flood Silent, silk whispers of your name Searing my soul till ashes remain
Crying Crystal tears pour from my eyes I weep until my sight is blind I weep till broken pillars rise Glorious, glamor, groping to find Mourning for all my maiden lies
Bleeding A ruby fountain gushing gore I take the dagger in my heart I take the dagger in my core Fragile flesh threads ripped apart Spitting blood upon the floor
Sighing Faint pink flushing like the dawn I swoon for you like wilted grass I swoon for you when you are gone Shivering, silent, shard of glass Filled with an ache that will not pass
Needing Purple empty vaults of space I beg for you to touch my skin I beg for you to give me grace Blushing, bursting, delicious sin I weep to look upon your face
Dying Eternal black, an inky stain I choke upon my panting breath I choke upon exquisite pain Pleasurable, perfect, my little death Forever bound up in your chain © 2016 Alison GrossReviews
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