Dark Gifted Lover

How is it that I can see your face,

Though I have no knowledge of your image?

 

How is it that I can hear your voice over the running water,

Though not once have you spoken to me?

 

Six degrees of seperation,

Reduced to one,

Connected through smell and the supernatural sense,

Silly tricks of the light,

The sound of footsteps,

The warmth of breathing on my neck,

The faint taste of your lips on mine,

 

The only thing keeping us apart,

The perfect shell of flawless flesh,

The strong skeleton to uphold your graceful frame,

And the surge of ageless blood,

That will someday meld with mine,

 

How perfectly cruel is the God who confines you in ethreal,

Who keeps your hands from touching me?

 

The rustle of velvet,

The echoing laughter,

The gleam of perfect ivory daggers,

That playfully wink at me,

Awaiting the feel of my resisting skin,

 

I know that you will come for me soon,

 

My Darkly Gifted Lover...

Reviews

[Mohl083]

i really liked this poem, which says a lot because when i've been drinking i hate everything, so i must really like this poem!