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Droplets of Blood
"Don't dismiss change, for change is all you have.."
Droplets of Blood
As summer fades and autumn blooms,
My senses fill with the waxing moon,
Beautiful brown, yellow, and orange,
Paint the new canvas, in which I behold,
Emulated will not be, as the autumn moon, rises for me,
The sent of hay, and the wind in her hair, brings me to a place, I never once dared,
Secluded in my mind, alone with love, I surrender to the forces, which shine from above,
Far be it my life, shall be soon complete, for tonight I dine on the harvest feast,
Rest in a cradle, supplied from above,
I calm my heart and return to my love,
Skin soaked in sweat, and the candles flow bold,
Her skin now alit, with colors of gold,
Beautiful rhythm, our breaths beat out slow,
The pounding hearts swell and implode,
Our eyes glazed with colors of brass,
Cold autumn wind, gives our minds slack,
The fingernail across the skin, slitting a line, so she may see her way in,
Blood slowly pours from the slit on my chest,
The candles dance in its crimson vest,
I beg and I pray, the night shall stay with me,
Her lips enclose a stream of warm blood,
Licking it down, the taste is of love,
Brought back to my senses, her lips draw away,
I soon will wake up, for this is not my time to play.
Sincerely by,
Wade R. Wilson
Droplets of Blood
As summer fades and autumn blooms,
My senses fill with the waxing moon,
Beautiful brown, yellow, and orange,
Paint the new canvas, in which I behold,
Emulated will not be, as the autumn moon, rises for me,
The sent of hay, and the wind in her hair, brings me to a place, I never once dared,
Secluded in my mind, alone with love, I surrender to the forces, which shine from above,
Far be it my life, shall be soon complete, for tonight I dine on the harvest feast,
Rest in a cradle, supplied from above,
I calm my heart and return to my love,
Skin soaked in sweat, and the candles flow bold,
Her skin now alit, with colors of gold,
Beautiful rhythm, our breaths beat out slow,
The pounding hearts swell and implode,
Our eyes glazed with colors of brass,
Cold autumn wind, gives our minds slack,
The fingernail across the skin, slitting a line, so she may see her way in,
Blood slowly pours from the slit on my chest,
The candles dance in its crimson vest,
I beg and I pray, the night shall stay with me,
Her lips enclose a stream of warm blood,
Licking it down, the taste is of love,
Brought back to my senses, her lips draw away,
I soon will wake up, for this is not my time to play.
Sincerely by,
Wade R. Wilson