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

[Rita L. Sev]

There is s spiritual nature to this piece, but it is not scary; rather, ethereal... You have taken a "garden" of Death and brought a sweetness of life to it.

Under watchful eyes of silent voyeurs,
longing for this human touch
for which they are now eternally denied...

This is a sad image, but leads the reader to root for this couple even more, as if to say "Yes, defy Death by enjoying the essence of Life!"

Excellent piece, Damien!

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thanks Rita. You're right, this does have an ethereal feel to it. Kinda different for me, huh? You picked out the first lines I jotted down when I was playing with this concept. I'm glad you liked it, Rita.

[Kourtney G]

This is beautifully written. Your writing really brings you into the atmosphere of your poem. I myself like cemeteries and it would be interesting to make love in one.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Kourtney, Thanks for visiting and reading my poem. I appreciate your kind words. I'm glad you liked it. Cemeteries at night can be fun ; )

[Blissful Sin]

This really is a beautiful poem, gothic and enchanting. I love it!

-Bliss

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you Bliss. Enchanting....oooo, I like that word to describe my garden.. Thank you so much for your continued support, Bliss. It pleases me whenever you have a chance to stop by.

[Blissful Sin]

I'm just glad to be here friend! Have a fabulous day! :D

-Bliss

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Dark, gothic, and a classic flair written with a modern twist. Having spent my fair share of time in cemetaries (I love them, my the way), this really struck a chord with me. I also loved the way that you brought together the biblical ideas of "The Garden" and turned it into a garden of the dead, but not in a morbid way, rather in a way where you treaded in a place where souls have risen. Beautifully written.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Thank you Sarah. I am honored by your kind words, especially because you understand everything about what I've written. I love cemeteries too...at night, because we're not supposed to be there.