Midnight Garden

Have you ever made love in a cemetery?

 

Midnight Garden

 

In the hours after dark,

just as the clock strikes twelve,

we meet in front of the iron gates

leading to our midnight garden

You smile at me and grasp my hands

I am your yesterday and you are my tomorrow

 

But, when we close our eyes to sleep,

our nights become one under the full moon

Walking hand in hand down the brick paths,

which lead us through aged stones of forgotten names

to a place of passion and secret desires,

where we lay on the earth among them

 

The blue glow of the moonlight on your skin

casts silver shadows on your breast

and reflects the hunger in your eyes

The taste of your sweet flesh

awakens something deep inside my core

And I lose myself in you

 

Giving in to the moment, like ravenous dogs

devouring the beat of our rhythmic breath,

we will disturb the quiet essence of this place

There will be no rest for the interred this night

until ecstasy washes over us

and leaves us exhausted in its wake

 

Under watchful eyes of silent voyeurs,

longing for this human touch

for which they are now eternally denied,

we walk hand in hand back down the brick paths

Just before dawn, we exit our midnight garden, we part

Me to my yesterday, you to your tomorrow

 

July 2013

 

Reviews

[Muse]

Black...morbid...and romantic. You should be proud of this writing. It tells a story and captures the imagination with a feeling of ominous lore and fantasy. I hate cliché vampire stuff, but you took this to another level. Leaving the blood sucking part to the imagination. This was more about the bonding experience between two people that shared something dark and lovely.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you so much, Muse. I am honored to receive your review. This may turn out to be my best effort yet... You truly understand where my head was at when I wrote this. Thanks for reading and thanks for visiting tonight.

[Nikole]

This is definitely one of those poems that require multiple readings to truly grasp it. Definitely creepy.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you Nikole! It is my job to provide a little "creepy" to the world. I am honored to have you stop by and read me.

[Sami Khalil]

Darkly beautiful and romantically elegant...Bravo........................

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you Sami. I really appreciate you stopping by to read me. Your kind words make my day.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:).......................

[Lydia Shutter]

So eerie a scene you have created here and the fact you say "Me to my yesterday, you to your tomorrow" leads me to believe one of the participants in this sizzling passionate scene was but a ghost. Great imagery in this sensual thriller. Lydi**

[Damien Thibodeaux]

That's exactly the image I was trying to create. Thank you so much for your review Lydia. You have made my day.

[Lydia Shutter]

Glad I figured it out! :)

[zainul]

I wonder how you extended your imagination of rendezvous to such height.
This is outstanding and enjoyable.
This single line impressed me like an epic:
"I am your yesterday and you are my tomorrow"

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you so much Zainul! I was inspired by my muse for this piece and I like graveyards at night. I also believe the dead are aware of us more than we are aware of them, so I played off that too. The line you refer to is intended to be inturpreted as two people from different times, or centuries coming together. I'll give away the secret; it really refers to the fact that my muse lives in Australia and I live in America. It's a time zone reference. Thanks for reading. I really appreciate your review.

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
I am very delighted to know the secret.
This is really very interesting.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to enjoy your golden write.

[Rob Santana]

Beautiful piece. Dark romance at it's best.I had an encounter like this many moons ago.dark romance is a unique experience. Well written.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

I agree, a dark romance must be cherished, as it's much too rare. Thank you for visiting, brother. I appreciate your kind words.

[Frieda P]

An almost eerie feel to it but quite beautiful, as though making love to a past spirit, joined together again in this magic dimension. Nicely pen'd.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Frieda, Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my poem. I appreciate your kind words and I'm glad you liked it.

[Frieda P]

My pleasure Damien, I really enjoyed this one.

[Angel]

This is a bit of a departure for you...
I don't see darkness and death here, but rather joy, and a defiance of death.

An affirmation of life.
Well done, my friend...

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you so much, Angel. My muse led me in a bit of a different direction with this. It is definitely a departure for me, in the tone it sets. I'm kind of surprised this came out of me, but I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. I am honored by your kind words. Thank you so much for reading.

[Angel]

Damien, you were my first friend in the Café, and you are still a favorite of mine. I don't get to see nearly enough of you, Hun...

[Damien Thibodeaux]

I'm afraid a very busy change in lifestyle keeps me away from the cafe, and I regret, from writing and reading my friends. It seems the only time I have to myself anymore is the 4 hours of sleep I get every night. I hope things settle a little bit for me, as I miss this cafe. I'm missing out on so much wonderful poetry from all of my friends here. I deeply value your friendship. Your poetry has always been very insirational to me. I hope I can get back to creating in this craft and experiencing the art of my friends too, some day soon.

[Angel]

Well, whatever is keeping you from us must be very important. Just know, my dear friend, that you are very much loved, and very severely missed...
And do drop in whenever you can, even if it's only to say "hi'...please?

[Robert L. Franklin]

This piece has a vampiric quality to it. I really enjoyed the dark romanticism.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, Robert. I'm glad you liked it.