The Luscious Fog
I had jumped over time itself to find you
To the delicious tinkle of dice being rolled
Your lips caressed me like a luscious wet fog
As you draped words over me like a rich cloth
You opened the very gates of your mysterious world
And enticed me in to sit at your feet in wonder
As I yearned for some sign of who I was to be
But suddenly I was lost with no clues nor lines
You were like a rare and delicate precious flower
And foolishly, I gripped what I could not have
But was the delicacy just an illusion, obscured by the fog?
Your beauty beguiled and seduced, merciless in desire
But the promise of the silent mist lay unmet
And smiling, I walked away, unrequited yet somehow content
Time had lured us, then suddenly abandoned us
And now all was unwound in a mysterious puzzle
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Distance Is and Was
His distance was like a slickness of blackness and ice
Outside the trees wept with damp leaves of loss
And the arrogance of dark winter's cold drew near
Clawing the softness from every living thing.
Her needs were not clear, but the pain of her loss
was etched as sharp as a scrape in soft, timeless metal.
His soul cried to help with heart-felt compassion, but the
wise cunning of distance crafted her sad, subtle traps.
Distance it is, and Distance it was, Distance was the master
and craftsman of their simple love.
His desires of things unsaid beat inside his head like some
strange moth of passion, but when he grasped the mechanism
of his loss and pain, he could but fail in expectation of certainty
that would feed a raging thirst across arid deserts of sand.
Confusion would raise it's harsh cold chisel to chip and wear
against the heat of Love, while he and she would grapple
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