Iohannes Silvaticus

I want you
To feel

The power of my sword unsheathed -
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I gaze into the pearls of your eyes,
Round as the earth
But shining the light of
Stars, galaxies, distant worlds.
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A year from now we will not remember
What has conspired over the last year.
You will be a memory,
I will be just faded letters.
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We were soldiers once,
With dynamite as teeth
And limbs.
The food pyramid was
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Can you see me?
In the dark, naked,
Like how my love sees you
Undressed to the very bones
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I lay chided by the wind,
Waiting for your hold.
The stars of your eyes are distant,
Tonight their light is cold.
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If every word was like a feather,
Then like feathers pile together
To comfort your great fall,
A thousand words I’d write tonight;
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And we see a fork in the road,
Our names on separate signs.
Maybe down this broken path
Happiness we shall find.
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I already know you don't love me,
My Love.
But,
Your taste,
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I would not mind being a stone,
A plain old stone for being thrown
Into cool pools by naughty children.
To see their faces laugh as the ripples
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Here in your arms I find my home.
They wrap around me, comforting.
I find solace in your embrace
As I'm enveloped by fiery passion.
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When home is only where you rest your head -

The lonely pillow on your bed
Gives no comfort to your bones,
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I stole a kiss from you
Like a sheepish thief.
Your eyes averted,
Our hands diverted,
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You are the moon.
But no, faster.
In your changing love for me,
How many scimitars have cut me?
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You were the sun.
And you were burnt by the mere fact that you were it
And you set all around you ablaze
To make better a crown of your glory.
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God was but a silent friend
Who answered sometimes when you called.
Stood by in silent observation
Of your darkest hour
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You are a man.
And for that,
You will shave, serve, and give two years.
Don't you feel
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Clasp your trodden hills,
Ravaged again and again.
Rains of arrows will fill
Your trenches once again.
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We are like autumn.
The dry crisp brown leaves,
Like old memories.
The dry earthy smell like Grandma's place,
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sticks and stones no longer break my bones,
but your words they cut deep.
through muscle and sinews,
and etch into my bone,
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