I take the darkness and make it light.
Yet in the darkness, like a cat I gain my deepest sight.
Yet to get you, requires deception, a subtle fight.
I'm spinning webs, in my lonely mind,
A window's view, to my souls inner light
The invisible sticky webs, completed only just last night.
I am here to catch you,
For your warm blood, I do not truly thirst.
While the strong desire, of a woman's warm flesh, a true delight.
To achieve as sense of satisfaction,
the tango of enmeshed spirits, twisted entwined-
writhing, aching, untouched, a slow and steady pulsating grind.
Always climbing uphill yet slowly steadily slipping backwards,
Why was I placed on this treacherous slope, never gaining any traction?
This tortured painful pleasure, always moving faster, and faster-
You scream out, I must never stop!
Are you my servant ...or are you my master?
Why do we play this game, two emblazoned souls always courting disaster?
Yet we both know, that this unfulfilled, struggle must come to a stop.
One subtle, strong, or syncopated move...it happens and is spilled a drop.
Then the floodgates opens, in undulating waves of ecstasy.
For a timeless moment, two souls unite as one -no longer two factions,
The morning light penetrates the curtains,
From outside we hear the song of blackbirds,
As we awake to our own separate, individual uncertainty.
Now our passions, like a low tide recedes-
Having both fulfilled, each others needs.
How I yearn, just to gaze at beauty within your eyes.
I take the day, and turn it into night.
Just to see the joy on your face, your smile, a sweet surprise.
Stephen C. Sanders, Friday, May 2, 2014
