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by Robin Patterson






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  From a far you saw me,

like a firefly softly shimmering

  alone in the distance.

I felt your eyes upon me

  and frolicked for you in the

quiet of midnight.

 

                      The moon saw your desire

                    and lit the path to

                      your aching obsession,

                    while stars twinkled and fell

                      as if, even they

                    shared the intoxication of your urgency.



 

  I trembled at your advance

and breathed the night air, now filled

  with the sultry warmth of your passion.

I felt your flesh pierce

  the safety of my dark cocoon,

and brighter I burned with your nearness.



                      You heard the wince that once escaped

                   my lips at your entrance,

                      so soon replaced with primal echoes

                   of pleasure, as I clung to

                      the presence of your eagerness

                         and allowed you deeper within.

  

  Like a firefly dancing freely

in the darkest night, my wings

  fluttered and spread wide, urging

you to consume me fully and together

  our souls bled upon each other

until there was nothing more to give.      



                      And though I laid in the respite of

                   the moment, I knew what was should never have                                                

                      been, for you were never mine, and I never

                   yours.  And we each know, the firefly you

                      chose to hold too tightly is what caused

                   your stain, and I will never be whole.  

                        




  



01/19/2006

Posted on 01/19/2006
Copyright © 2024 Robin Patterson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 01/19/06 at 03:36 PM

The vast heights of passion, grounded in nature and ending in a depth of self-reflection only the human brain can conjure up. I liked the form immediately, and damn it turned out to be deliciousexy too.

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