Ah, my dark friend
You laid a trap for me,
And though I smelled the stench of your love,
I walked right into your lair-
Alas,
I believed too much in my own strength of will-
I thought I could pull free before you swallowed me whole...
But,
Your strength surpassed me,
Even as your cunning outwitted me,
And the unwholesomeness of your love
invaded my soul,
And made me a slave to your needs-
My pain gave you pleasure,
And I could only scream in agony
When your presence invaded my mind,
And your fingers wrapped around my soul,
Squeezing until I collapsed in a heap at your feet.
It was then I saw you smile,
And in those strange colored eyes
I saw the hunger that was your love for me,
Saw the sickness in your soul
That made you what you are-
It was then that I tried to run,
for foolish child that I was-
I thought I could play tag with a God and run away-
Thought I would laugh with my friends
About the dangerous game I had played-
I thought my quickness and youth would save me;
For I saw your size and thought you slow,
Saw the gray in your temples
and judged you old-
Thought I could outrun your shadow
like a hawk on a cloudy day...
But,
My God, you were quick!
And though many think me fast,
You were faster still-
Your warrior's eyes watched the signals
My body gave away-
And before my muscles even twitched
Your hand reached out like lightning
And raised me to the sky,
An offering,
A gift,
A sacrifice to serve your needs,
And as my blood ran down your arm-
You dipped your fingers in my life,
And tasted my soul...
God,
How will I ever forget that smile?
Those eyes that pierced me to the bone,
Those arms that trapped me like a spider in a web.
And now,
I weep for the key to the shackles
You have placed around my heart,
For when I look into those lion colored eyes,
Your dark beauty captures me once more,
And though I am not afraid-
I tremble,
For I am eternally bound by your dark love
And crave the blood I tasted on your lips-
Need the strength of your arms
To crush me to your chest
And feel your hot breath whisper
That you love me the best-
It doesn't even matter if its true ,
because now,
My soul belongs to you...
Retta, your soul was captured by a strong force. But you are so much stronger than that force. You capture all like myself who read you. HAIL TO RETTA ... A STRONGER FORCE ... Poetry in motion never to stop
floating in the atmosphere above us on a cloud of the brilliant poets. A special place reserved for you words. Bill Murray
..one of the best dark love poems I've ever read,Retta... glad it's not vampire, makes it more believable,especially for any who may have gone through similar
experiences;-)...outstanding write!
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
Love this write its soooooooooooo good !
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
Very dark and deep.
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
Very chillingly dark and awesome thought a moment there it was about meLOL okay i got weird mind hee heeLOL this was fantastic poem
Holy Guacamole, Retta, what a wonderful, dark, tense, quivery piece this is... Fantastic write!!! :)
Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
Hi Retta, I am a first time reader of your writings. You are very deep. I think by reading this you are very sensitive, and that is a virtue! I like this a lot and have a tracker on you.I now can read you all the time. Have you ever written of the cougar? I am a feline lover! Be Well.
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experiences;-)...outstanding write!
"I saw the hunger that was your love for me,
Saw the sickness in your soul
That made you what you are-"
wonderful line. loved the poem.
Jack
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tony:)
Very well done
Chrissie x
I just love these.
Good job ! ! !
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