Phoenix Rising

Ashes, 
the death of 
something beautiful,
something real,
something tangible.

She was just standing
there a moment ago,
staring at me with those
golden flecked brown doe eyes,
giving a soft pout with her
luscious lips.

In all her splendor
she disintegrated,
almost smiling when
the moment came,
and now all her colours
have been wasted,
left to the heavens
to collect her beauty.

I feel a longing in my soul,
it's tugging at the very fabric
that holds together my being,
forcing me to study
these ashes more closely.

A small tornado
catches this pyre,
lifting,
raising,
reviving,
this thing of beauty,
this woman of colour.

She rose fiercely,
more beautiful,
more tender,
and naked to my touch.

Like a newborn I am drawn to this vibrancy,
Like a lover I am ensnared in her beauty,
Like an artist I am enthralled with everything about her.

She is my Phoenix.
While calling her name
the rain falls to cool her
and solidify once again
the woman I dream of.

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A moment of Passion not forgotten

Glossy brown eyes and a smile
that might warm the coldest
halls and hearts alike,

She fell into my world.

The impression left on a soul
so incomplete now, it's as if
the favorite chair has been
left empty for years
yet it still bears the mark
of it's loving owner,

She landed in my embrace.

Her intelligence set afire
my lustful need for more...
I n f o r m a t i o n,
and she gave willingly
her secrets into the diary
of my mind,

She whispered softly in my ear.

With a nuzzle she brought down
my seemingly wrought iron barriers,
tore them away like ribbons
from a gift box,

She reached for my chest and touched my heart.

Oh the butterflies I felt,
the elation punctuated by a kiss,
the saftey of fluttering eye lashes,
the serenity of soft skin on my rough hands,
the eternity held in a gaze.

She left me like the favorite chair,

unchanged over time and missing
the feeling of it's other completing half...

She left me to wither.

A heart beats on a windless eve,
strong and loud in the wild winter air,
though it's other half is held
far to the west in a barren land,

The search continues...

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Kya's Rain

Tender swollen eylids
ringed with a tinge of eyeliner,
smoky colored eyeshadow,
and darkened mascara.

Her eyes quiver
just as her breast
heaves from panting breaths,
she's been holding the pain
for so long now,
being the [rock],
and holding the
ethereal }}flame{{.

Her strength wains in private,
though in public view she
stands ||stoically|| into
the oncoming ~winds~,
hair whipping behind her
exposing the creamy
whitness of her skin.

a single tear,
f
a
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  l
   i
    n
     g
from rosed cheeks
*freezes* before it
hit's the ground,
shattering on
///IMPACT\\\

As I stare at the @roses@
my bare hands begin to bleed,
and I realize that beauty
in all forms is appreciated
by all differently.

blood mingling with tears
on white marble floors,
Kya's Rain shall be
no more.

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Ambrosia

Waiting for your kiss,
your life touch.
smooth hands caressing my being
telling me everything
will be just fine,
massaging my mind
with a stare that would
set fire to memories
forgotten, and
you could give,
with deep blue eyes,
like pools of
ambrosia.
You are my
Godly nectar,
I drink from you,
freely.
embrace me
with the blanket
of your soul.
Wrap me in the
garments of a King,
like you have
so many times before.
Let me feel your
essence flow
through me.
Touch me
like no other
can, or will.
I am yours.

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Concrete Rose (the Las Vegas version)

Sultry glances from behind a shoulder
glistening over creamy skin
trembling at the thought of a touch

Single strands of hair hiding the cunning
yet inquisitive eyes that see through
space and time

Catching a smile between full lips
pursed, ready to envelope.
exuding confidence and coyness

Statuesque yet lovely
a concrete Rose of sorts
waiting for her time to bloom

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