THE SHINE JOURNAL

Etheria

In the deep waters

Of midnight’s dusky arms

Gentle souls collide.

 

A cool, glittering embrace

Beneath the moon’s

Jealous stare.

 

Clear in my mind

Is the tide of desire

As I dive into you.

 

The sweetness of your lips

So decadent

As they yield against mine.

 

So tender is the surrender-

Your blissful expression

Burned into my memory.

 

But it ends too soon-

With twilight’s soft haste,

Stretching into slumber.

 

And I am left alone,

Only the sweet scent of you

To comfort me.

 

 

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Open Door

 

 

If I could see you again,

Bathed in a wash

Of morning light-

 

Or talk with you again,

Drinking in the heady brew

Of your conversation-

 

If I could walk,

A short while

In your company-

 

The loss of you,

Would not be felt

So acutely by my heart.

 

 

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Sonnet 1

 

 

At night I recall your gentle caress

The softness of these sheets beneath us two.

The memories bring back such happiness.

It fills my mind with other thoughts of you.

 

Your attentions spoke of such devotion.

Never did I think your actions untrue.

You spoke to me with such keen emotion.

It did not take long before I loved you.

 

But now as I think of you, truth be told,

I remember your clever guise of charm

And I am left at once feeling so cold,

Never knowing deceit could do such harm.

 

Such are the repercussions of desire

The truth puts out love’s lust and torrid fire.