What now of lovers forgotten stem
that roots me to the essence of them
On kisses brow,
Not a second wasted, but now.
For is our bond not of rarest gem?
What lingering thoughts
a constance in my battleground mind
Yet, in peace and calm in you they find.
A lovers map of fate
destined paths leading, winding, twirling
through the undergrowth of survival
Till upon a greying day
stems become vines
and the universe whispers
that you are truly
Karen Hayward ©2017 image and words
Let me love you the only way I know how,
With one foot among the flames of hell.
My halo hanging from the door as Satan bangs down upon the floor.
Let me cherish your being the only way I’ve sought,
In whispered tones of unsaid thoughts.
In the endless space of empty words,
And the blank spaces that go unheard.
Let me adore the softness of your inner soul,
With shy blushes and a rising tide of a love I know.
With gentle thoughts and the slightest touch,
As the devil screams this is all too much.
Let me desire the very all of your being,
In broken sleep and heated dreaming
As need escapes, transforms the room,
and I beg and plead, take me soon.
Let me relish in our touch the only way I could,
With devil kisses in those places I never should.
In a trail of unforgiven memories across your skin,
Tainted now by our enchanted sin.
Let me devote myself to your spirit, with empty vows of love,
And let us hope this alone is enough.
My succubus soul and hearted sleeve,
And let these be the mortal sins of life we weave.
Karen Hayward ©2016.