sandwiched lips of prurient lust
they must
be all entangled
in throes of heat
they meet... each other

rain beats a roof
ice forms on windows
inside the room stays warm
she falls into him
him into her

as it carries them past the truth
the real of their worlds escaped
they remain caped
as they peak with moans
dying soft their groans
and sleep joins again their skin

but this is just a whim
for these days in bed
when they wake
from each others' dream
twas make-believe
this fantasy turns to a nightmare

with no sense of selves
lost in their bond
it would always be wrong
to love a human
this way

no dirt on those days
they both wished and prayed
would never end
they couldn't see it then
real... as it was
caped in their escape

Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2010-03-17 at 09:36

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh wow, so masterfully expressed:) wow and ah I can relate . . . thanks for sharing Eli*applause*Intense feelings yet soothing, the beauty of the paradox of Melancholy insight:)so brilliantly described*bookmarked*

SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
A pefect description of something that happens too often, to too many.