Cascading Darkness
Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“Cascading Darkness”
Falls seductively
Like a black silk nightgown creeping up from the horizon
Of silk lace, unfolding into
Sensual play
Silk stocking, high heels
No room for the comfort
Of my soul
My imagination runs wild
Like a underground current
Fingers of my mind run
Up and down the seams of her
Sheer fitted stockings
Chasing her into my midnight dream
Silhouetted and embraced by this night’s full moon.
Eyes of Safire
Glowing as if I ever cared.
That the sun would rise again.
My hands running up and down the curve of her spine
My eyes turn evil.
Looking into the darkness of her soul
A soul of beauty
Sitting on the edge of a blade
Waiting for her to bleed
Casting her evilness
Upon the goodness of my soul
God; I don’t want to wake up.
For I want to tame the evilness.
Out of her soul
Carrying her into
The softness of your loving soul
What once was evil.
Is now dressed in white cotton.
Softer than the evening gown she wears.
Lying here beside me
Smelling the goodness of her
Soul.
©Arthur Henn 2008
