Evil Queen

There she sits above us all,
Graceful on her poison throne.
To cast dispersions on our words,
Doubting all the songs she’s heard,
Before her I am left unnerved,
With no chance to atone.

There she rules the huddled mass,
Evil in her judging ways.
Her crown is made from ivy grown,
Her sceptre cast from single bone,
Her gown from wicked place unknown,
But dark throughout its days.

There the Queen of frightened land,
Holding all in iron law.
We common folk are kept in thrall,
Fearing what may come of all,
When finally she gives a call,
That lives be kept no more.

The wish to smash her royal rule,
Fires us, our very blood.
No more to cower ‘neath gaze,
We yearn for freedom in our days,
And so we march a rivers way,
To drown her in our flood.

Forbidden Dream

It has been a long time, but I have been lucky enough to work with another talented poet on a collaboration. This one went back and forth, a verse at a time, and we came up with the piece you see below. I hope you like it. Please visit Kat’s blog to read more of her work.

You hugged me in my dream last night,
Warm and protecting, it felt so right.
The night before I couldn’t meet your eyes,
You frowned at me, at my undignified cries.
My weaknesses in my awoken self show desperation for some admission,
Some form of written evidence to rid the numbing of rejection.

You fit my arms so well last night,
I held you so close, I held you so tight.
The night before I got lost in your eyes,
I did not want your protests, I wanted your sighs.
My assurances of your awaking self called delicately for desire,
A way to show you in my deeds that to your passion I aspire.

You softly spoke in my dream last night,
Your voice in my subconscious so consistent.
The night before I felt invisible,
You shrouded me from existence.
Do my words scare you to silence or do they boost your ego from their wanting?
Are you protecting me from your desires? Your ignorance feels so assaulting.

You responded to my words last night,
A sweetly kindled fire slow revealing.
I brought you forth from hiding shadows,
No more to stay in darkness all concealing.
Your craving need expressed with words but skin and flesh speaks message clearer.
The rising heat from untamed lust causes one response; I must be nearer.

You sent waves of electricity through my dream last night,
As your body blanketed mine.
Your imaginary skin glistening with beads of sweat,
As our limbs began to intertwine.
Must you keep on trespassing on my dreams like this and encourage an act so forbidding?
My mind confusing reality and fantasy, creating a bitter heart so unforgiving.

You sparked the charge of dancing fire last night,
As you gave your body to me.
You opened as a flower would bloom,
And showed in deeds what passion should be.
I know no other way of allowing this desire that we know cannot be granted.
So in our dreams I make my intentions clear, with reality supplanted.

You kissed my desperate lips with a purpose last night,
A bitter sweet lasting goodbye.
Many times we’ve rehearsed this scene before,
But this is the last time I want to cry.
You guided me out of the shadows, I can now feel the excruciating pain.
Of no more trying to hold onto a dream, your heart I can never selfishly retain.

You kissed me with your desperate lips last night,
But I also tasted your tears.
The final scene we endlessly live through,
A culmination of our fears.
You granted me a glimpse of heaven, of what we might have been,
But oh alas, this world must win, no more must we live our dream.

Secret Shame

My anonymous friend has sent me another poem they wish to put out to the world. You can tell by the subject matter, this is an extremely personal one, and they are very brave in being so honest in their words. I hope you like this one, and again, please offer all encouragements that you would for my work. Thank you.

My secret is your secret
I secrete at your obvious pleasure
The eyes from the moon watching us
In the woods at our limited leisure
Waiting for me to arrive in our private little love den
Nervously looking childish until you welcome me in
An awkward gap between us just a pigeon step away
I throw myself at you and so begins our play
Hands searching for places forbidden by society’s law
Lips sucking at naked skin, biting until sore
The flames born from Hell start scrabbling at our feet
Too distracted to stamp them out – into me you retreat
Flickering further and further heat rises from the lust
Avoiding getting burnt we move positions to adjust
Grasping scalding skin we hold on as if we’re dying
The only Being breathing for life is the Angel inside me crying
Your hand gripping my hair, another wrapped around my throat
Oxygen restricted as I begin to gently float
In a liquid of ecstasy and energy higher and higher I swiftly rise
The goodness that was once in me slowly begins its demise
Pressed together in luscious glue of sweat and dirty sin
We enter an immoral world of self indulgence from within
Bodies entwined like creeping ivy poisoning the mind
Eyes locked into each other’s selfish souls spellbound and love blind
Completely oblivious to the sounds and smells of the reality in which we lie
Almost at the pinnacle awaiting the orgasmic high
A simultaneous head rush dizzy from the height
We hold each other’s gazes in the coldness of the night
What felt like hours of our precious time has now melted away
And so we creep out with heads of shame and go out separate lost ways.