… His words taste like the outer corners of lust, coveted by dark shadows. A curse of black mist rising in me. If I am the succubus then he is my master, puppeteering my desire, fingering my needs to his command. His touch is the black leather choker at my slender neck. His voice the liberating echo of passion that lubricates my strings….and in his eyes is the promise of a million kisses, each one new, deep, purposeful. Each kiss overflowing with lust, each kiss a binding promise of trust, each kiss an exchange of power… And if I am his succubus, a vessel of need then he is my master and from him alone I feed, for there in his kisses, his touch and his eyes, is an abundance of love filling my skies.

Karen Hayward ©2018

Candy floss soul… 

… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she tucked away the delicacies of her soul, ran her fingers through blush pink silken threads, muted green satin bows, gently stroked rich purple velvet and pressed delicate feathers to her lips. She closed Pandoras chest, not turning the key. Her secret? Beyond titanium lays the intricate threads of a candy floss soul. Rays of sun upon deep breaths tickling her tongue, she knew, with trust must come vulnerability… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she left the chest open,
knowing it was time…

Karen Hayward ©2017

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In the chary depths of an Island of solace.

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I wish to be an Island, lost far out at sea.

Swimming in solitude with no one to see.

I can’t echo thoughts etched upon scars

as darkness embraces a world full of stars.

I wish to be an Island, blind to their beauty

saved from the shadows cast by the beauties.

I can’t echo grace for you wont or you will

and if left unto me they’re all such a thrill.

I wish to be an Island, to which nothing compares

alone out at sea, so I cannot compare…

For grass that is softer, petals more scented

skies like the heavens and fantasies fated.

I wish to be an Island, lost far out at sea

a place in the silence where I cannot see.

 

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Beauty that lays beyond the silk petal. 

To be vulnerable is to be 

weak. At all times 

weaknesses should be 

guarded, 

with your life. 

Let no man nor beast 

Feast 

Upon that which can break you.
A stage for one, a noisy 

Audience, everyone hearing 

No one watching…
How easy it has been 

To hide all within, 

To be weak was never a choice,

Survivals dependency 

Is reliant upon my

Strength. 
To survive, the fittest evolve. 

I fear evolution is upon me.
Karen Hayward © 2017

Image and word’s. 

To gather lost pieces.

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If I gather up
the cracked
pieces of
timeless
porcelain,
the shattered
grains of soul,
the shards of
spirit, the
chipped remains
of identity,
perhaps you
could help me
tidy them into
neat piles of
rationality, dust
away the insanity.
Fill the voids
with self believe,
polishing them
with self confidence
long lost in the
devils hour.

Karen Hayward* ©2017
Image and poem.

No footprints in the snow.

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If only.you could see the shattered

remains of my reflection in this

smeared mirror, lost without detection.

Grey eyes searching for your existence

Emptiness ignorantly insistent.

And you are gone

no footprints in the snow

And you are gone lost

the one I thought I know.

Have you ever turned to find me gone?

Through the storms that crashed

The words we lashed, the distant echo

that shattered glass, dooming love so very fast.

Unknown future, murky now in tainted past

Have I ever wandered off our path?

And you are gone

no foot prints in the snow,

And you are gone.

The one I thought I know.

Loyal blood stained on carpets edge

Hooked up to an open needle, synthetic

replacement, drug of choice.

Loyal blood spills across lovers voice, through

The air we breathe, and still you question me?

And you are gone

no footprints in the snow

And you are gone

the only love I’ve known.

And you are gone,

the only love I know.

KH©2016

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White knight in shining armor.

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A wondrous sight from afar, knight in white

and shining Armour, upon your guard

nothing may harm her. Defensive stance

take aim, may no other whisper

your damsels name. Cocooned hands

of strength willing to walk the desired

length. Beauty radiant for all to see,

you place her high within life’s tree. Such

honor she has earned at your hands, willing, you

are to cut down any man. The knight,

in shining white armor, protecting his love,

so nothing can harm her.

Watching from afar beneath the embrace of

a lovers star.

Flames of hair cross my face, white flames of light

illuminate the night skies. Diamond sparks,

topaz illuminations and jacinth flames

of dragons breath, I see with perfect breadth.

As Excalibur glides from ancient slumber

this blade alone is my true encumber.

Where once I wished for a knight in shining armour

to knock about my door,

Wisdom whispers, stand alone, and wish no more.

Excalibur is my true protector, white knight

fight on and protect her, I am born from

dragons breath with fire in my core, and for a

White knight in shining armor, I shall surely

wish no more.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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