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Month: May, 2017

Darkest Light.

 

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Darkest Light

Consuming
and all drowning
my essence of night.
Deepest blue,
darkest burgundy,
it matters not,
my essence is cloaked
in this state, this void.
Think not of my night
and my aura as negative
for a dark state
can be a canvas.
A blank page for
something bright
to create. . .something
bright to form
my nights’ sky
and give it character.
and make it
come alive.

Yet it should consume me.
Darkness such as the night sky
should devour me, swallowing
my essence into oblivion.
Do you see me?
I am a mere whisper
of light lost in the echos of time. Yet,
when you lay me upon
your dark essence,
your canvas
becomes my art.
Your depth is my contrast.
I tip toe through your darkest blues
leaving illuminated kisses.
My essence, glimmers and glistens
upon your touch, for my light. . .
is love,
created by your darkness.

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©5-2017 Locthiese/Karen Hayward

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love came at a cost.

banshee

The oxygen in my crimson blood.

Love? Beyond spacious atoms, lust?

Love could never be our song.

Oxytocin stuck to us,

seeped from our pores,

became our alphabet.

A tug of war and I always lost

my flesh came at a cost,

to us both,

to you,

to me.

Nothing comes for free.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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