A Turning Point Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Suddenly awake and aware
Of Her presence
Cold, dread desire
She has come to use me
To amuse herself, to
Feed on my passion
To satiate herself
And I will allow her
I will succumb because
She will give me the words
The dark words I must have
For I must have words to write
And I can no longer
Hear words of light and love

She comes, presses her cold
Lips upon mine
But then She turns and leaves
I call out, plead with Her
To return, that she may
Have whatever She wants
But She does not return
And I am left
Cold and alone
Bereft, without
Words, with nothing



Then, what is that in the distance
It is, but soft, a light
Growing nearer
Wait, not a light, a woman
Naked, next to my bed
And she is beautiful
With blonde hair and blue eyes
She raises the covers
And lays herself on top of me
Pressing her face against my chest
She is so warm
A warmth such as I have never known
And it fills me complete
And stills my shivering
She whispers, but I cannot hear
I feel her breath
And her whispered words
Flowing, soothing across my skin
The same refrain,
She whispers, over and again
Until,
The meaning begins to sink in
And I can feel
What she has been saying
Then, finally,
I can hear her
As she whispers over again,
The words will come
The words will come

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