If I were a vampire... your throat would be my feast.
Your neck the perfect place to
put my lips
in death's own kiss.

But I want to feel the life in you...
pass straight through me too
I want your heartbeat on my skin
As I watch and sense you exhale
I breathe you all in.

I'm still not sure just how much I want you
because the times you show me where you are-
is when it's safe to.

I know that it's no excuse
I know that it's not fair
But how can I think of going the distance-
if you won't meet me there.

The dam wall releases a torrent

So strong

That only rock and whale can handle

The tears from eye may fall

So hot

It burns like molten under the mantle

The emotion she spills may even kill

A heart

Of a man who bought no flowers and scented candle

It’s the way of love and hate:

A rush

That can make or break like no high school vandal

I guess I loved at least once

I’ve never known a man my age

Who can give

The way you do.

I’ve never seen a smile

That has nothing to prove.

I’ve always thought I’m falling

I’ve always found am wrong

I seem to be a sucker

I seem to be the one who’s always on the run

From the shame of failure

Or the truth that comes with.

And now yes, I’m running

But I’m running straight to you

Because something within

Tells me we could win

We could rise to shine everyday

To take the dark and pain away

To warm the heart and fortify the mind.

As you take to return

A flame for lover will ever burn,

Brighter with each passing night

Like a full moon, burning stable and bright. 

How much must one sacrifice?

For whom and when?

It seems a good plan for the moment

But only then

Then reality comes slamming back

And you’re against a wall

Trying to rid your mind of evidence

Vomiting in a bathroom stall

Would you- must one- give the very blood

That runs for things as sweet as love?

Can one say, that’s what they’d pay

Just to be rid of one below the one above.

Because that higher may not see it

And may never know the truth at all

That all that took place was

A price paid to be in the place call now where

Lovers fall. YSB

Writing: My First Aid

Writing’s in my blood, but

I’m not always good

Other times it rushes out

Rushes out like a flood

Flows on the page

Gushes out in rage

And rhyme I do, if not for me- for you

It’s a wonder how I pick up a pen and create

Drop it and pick it up again.

Amazing how my anger and pain, longing and rain

Go stronger than joy

And ever remain on paper

Like blood on sheets left by

The man who beat and raped her

It’s all that’s wrong that I write

Better that than stay up at night

For crying will solve nothing

Not even for ‘her’

Who needs something

But will trust no one to give it

It’s hers and she’ll live it

For the rest of life’s time

Just like me….

I write to get set free

This is my comfort

What it takes to help me survive longer

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I can’t stand, for my knee’s weak

I can’t sit still and I don’t trust my speech

I don’t know how to stay away from the fire

That melts the ice of this queen me

Boiling blood and scorched skin

From a touch so soft and soothing

From a caress that tortures me within

Why can’t I go back to the way it was?

Is that not how it should be?

Full of laughter, not of longing

Full of sexy, but so carefree? YaSaBa