Gleaming with glitter,

His skin made time stand still.

Gleaming with glitter,

His energy gave my soul something to feel.

Something emotions alone can’t derive from,

He has a heart made of gold.

Deep in his spirit is where my darkness is being dragged to,

He yearns to show me his light with my body to hold.

In the darkness where the candles flicker and the silence is heard,

And where our bodies play on clouds,

My depths are his,

His everything is mine.

I kiss his demons,

And I have nothing to hide.



  1. carlisa · January 24, 2015

    A very classy honest poem. Keep up the good work.

    Liked by 1 person

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