The Wind and the Lovers

The wind speaks

In a smooth, chilling voice.

It whispers plots in the ears of your mind,

it caresses your skin like

the hands of your first true love,

I can feel the chill in the autumn air,

I can see your hand in the crevices of mine,

I can imagine what its like to feel

the presence of the one

they call the divine.

 

So Im dousing my fire with gasoline,

Im burning my memories to the ground.

I dont wish to feel your light,

I dont want to see your life.

My eyes are tears,

theyve turned blood red,

vampires would be jealous,

at all the blood I will shed.

 

Water is a torrent down my flesh,

kissing every curve I bear,

It washes away the years of regret,

and all I have to share.

My knowledge is boundless,

and my love is bountiful,

but cross me twice,

my pretty maid,

and your name will be lost on my list.

Reviews

[JordanAnthony]

Wow, very good.
I like the deepness of this poem, you really did well with this one.

[Michael X]

wow, serious scope of darkness and consistancy brings your words to a level that effects the reader
in ways that overcome the mind with artful passionate prose. I havent read classic work like this
in a very long time, keep it up

[funeralmoon]

damn the last part was vengeful but this poem was hateful and angry in a beautiful way the imagery was amazing great job baby. :)