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 Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 6:14 pm
Love from an Unlikely Source
The moon was full in the darkened sky
And a ghost of a wind whispered in the trees
Their leaves skittering on the cold ground
It neared the hour of midnight of Halloween night
I shivered where I sat amoung the tombstones
Waiting for him to appear like a specter from the mists
I watched him come from the mausoleum
His pale skin practically glowing in the moonlight
He had swept his long ebony hair into a loose ponytail
And his clothes were reminiscent of the nineteenth century
His green eyes locked on me and I stood from my sopt
We glided towards one another until we met
I had waited for him to come, my heart's desire
We stared at each other for but a moment
Before he held out his hand to me
I took it and we danced to our own macabre song
Completely lost in each other for time was so short
He held me close to him, his hand cold on my back
I rested my head on his shoulder hoping time would stop
And we would be trapped in this moment forever
But hopes and wishes failed me that night
As the clock began to strike twelve
He gave me a kiss that was the sweetest I'd felt
A kiss that lingered on my lips afterwards
He held my hands in his own squeezing them tight
Then let them go and faded into the growing fog
I remained there alone praying that he would return
For just this one time only for a while longer
I left the cemetary closing the iron gate behind me
I took one last look and I swear I saw him
Looking at me from the mausoleum window
Alexander
The night was cold and crisp
Stars hard against the dark sky
My breath hung upon the air
Forming a wispy cloud
I flicked my eyes upward
There you were on the balcony
Standing there
Staring
I took in the long black coat
With the red silk shirt underneath
I gazed at your pale face
Blue eyes piercing into my being
Black hair fell just past your shoulders
Laying perfectly on your coat
I stood there
Staring
You gave a quaint smile
And said good evening to me
In a delicious British accent
That rang in my ears
I realised my cigarette was but ash
And snubbed it out on the concrete
My face red
With embarrassment
I said good evening back
And you moved closer to me
I noticed how handsome you were
And it lit a flame of passion within
I was slowly getting lost in your eyes
Before I came back to reality
My face red
With embarrassment
Nothing more was said between us
We were both as quiet as the stars
A cold wind blew in suddenly
And I shivered involuntarily
You pulled my coat around me tighter
Leaving your arms around my waist
I was surprised
It was heaven
I leaned back against you
Seemingly not of my own will
I felt your lips upon my neck
Sending a jolt down my spine
The slightest kiss against my throat
The sweetest thing that I had felt
I was surprised
It was heaven
Your hands tightened around mine
Holding me firmly in place
Though I wasn't going anywhere
Frozen in the precious moment
Your lips were still on my neck
But I didn't seem to notice
In your spell
In your trap
Then there was a slight pressure
A tiny little bit of pain
And I realised you were biting my neck
As I felt myself grow weaker
My mind became befuddled
Just as everything went dark
In your spell
In your trap
Now I sit here mournfully
Though I know that you're long gone
I look down at the small card you left
Your name upon it and a number
A brief message about tomorrow night
And I debate whether to call it
But I want you
But I need you
I remember how you felt against me
How your hands fit on mine
The way your lips graced my neck
And the desire comes back so strong
I slip the card in my pocket
With a resolution in my mind
Cause I want you
Cause I need you
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 2:40 pm
I LOVE IT! Where do you get your inspiration from? I need ot know..
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 2:46 am
I wish I knew ~laughs~ The first one was written around Halloween specifically for a contest on another forum. The second one is written about the first vampyre I liked, Alexander, before I started writing about Darian.
Autumn tends to be my busiest time in regards to poetry. My fiance is a big inspiration for me. He's a very romantic goth so I write alot of darker love poems about him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2006 10:02 am
Good work i love thepoem Love from an Unlikely Source.
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