Twilight

Forbidden fruit
Red tainted white rose
The object of my desire
In all your complete perfectness

Pale skin
With just a hint of life
Eyes that I could melt in
Only if you let me

Yet cold as stone you remain
Marble skin
Cold to the touch
Yet warms my heart

It seems you don’t breath at all
Why am I drawn to you
Wrong or right, it doesn’t matter anymore
I have already fallen

Perfect in your God like form
Black as night
Yet I see you as if bathed in perfect sunlight
How I yearn to hold you close

You shy away, like I don’t exist
It pains me to look at you again
Your topaz eyes, black as night
I wonder why that is

Old legends, can’t be true
Yet I know that deep inside
When I look at you
You aren’t what you appear

Hidden deep inside you
Are secrets you swore to keep
I feel the need to see them
They are the only thing keeping me alive

Reaching for what can’t be mine
You taunt me with your perfect grace
The cold statuesque face
Reach out and hold me, I yearn for your touch

I can feel the slightest tingle
When you sit next to me
Why, oh why can’t you just see
I’m in love with you

Heart full of passion
Desires unquenched
Make me like you
Hold me forever

All I ask, which isn’t much
Is for you to touch me
Walk with me now
Through the Twilight

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

I love the descriptions. They have a sensuous, dark feel that is very enjoyable to read.

[A.E. Surdam]

I just love your imagery. So breath takingly beautiful.

[Katannaism]

Beautiful imagery and metaphors in this. The reverse personification is also quite exquisite. This is a very good piece!

[Rediscovery]

Again I love the imagery in this poem. I always enjoy reading your works.

[Katub]

Perfectly wrote with a good flow, words to catch your heart :)

[Tasha]

This had such a beautiful image. I loved it. Very, very well done. :)

[Kathryn]

dark desires coupled with the darknes of falling twilight - a beautiful image. well written, and well done :)

[Some Random Person.]

Another very good poem. It flows nicely and tells a great story, for want of a better word. Nicely done.