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...

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

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.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

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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Her Hurricane Winds

Raindrops trickle down
my face and into my eyes,
making it look as if I've  
been crying.
Weeping for the beauty
of she who stands in front of me.

She holds this candle of lightning still
and watches the jagged ambers quiver
against her frosted windows.
She breathes in
like a hurricane
trying to sweep away
her wings of steel.

The world around me
stops revolving for
just a moment,
gravity lifts it's
oppressive arm
from my shoulders,
my body flies like
my spirit,
clouds whirl,
my head spins,
and my pulse quickens.

I break through the storm
like a sheet of glass ,
as the tears reside
on her soft cheeks.
I descend like a curl of silk
upon her faded chestnut lips
and kiss the cuts of pain away.

She is my figure cut
from rose marble
half hiding in the shadows.
Not sure if she
wants to show her
true self,
but I see her
in her full glory.
She envelopes the world
around her in the delicacies
of lace and silk.
She has taken my breath,
and now I would
give her
my world.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved