Angelicdarkness Poetry (3)

Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i

wake in a dream, something in my throat,

as i choke, gargling in water, would you

even bother?

Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will

fly, wanting to get high on shadows

and secrets…..

I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…

If we hold hands with big grins, we could

color nocturnal, but, only for a little while

until we got bored, and skip to another

scene to bleed….

I want to drink sunsets endlessly,

sinfully, telling bedtime stories….

You…i…roused, what would you show

me when everyone sleeps?

In fields of dusk and dew i run….

come find me….

Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,

wondering what you are thinking….when my heart

is breaking…..

You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk

to trees to those who believed….

Strolling in purple fields laughing at the

wind, your twin….

Your spirit remains, contains in the end,

where you blend….whispering in the trees

that carry your breeze….

I would love to see you dressed in me, red

where i bled.

Sticky fingers and all, where i

wept and moaned, i, just on loan…

Slip and slide, you couldn’t decide

whether to eat or repeat…