The moonlight filters
through open window,
falling softly, on pale
silky, white skin.
Black Satin sheets
tangled around
passion, deciet
and lust.
Your touch is
the agony of
my long confused
and sorrowed life.
Your kiss, the pain
that swells unending
in the sea of my
my broken heart.
Your words
the knife that
cuts through my
deafend silence.
But for moment
I am yours, all of me,
my abused, shattered
world, My shaken pride.
And in that moment,
you are mine, If only
your thoughts and
your introspective touch.
I ask nothing more,
I will not poison,
your already sickend
world with my insanity.
I will not cling
to you, like a
helpless child,
abused and shattered.
As your fear,
secures my emotion.
One day may fear,
lead you to me.
Until then, I am
not but the shadow
you seek in your
lonely darkness.
