A.J. McKinley

I am dreaming of the sea.
Of oceans of love to bind you with me.
Silent rocking of your tongue with mine.
Here in your arms, there is no time.
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Through rainbow tears I see love's true colors
Shining bright amongst them above all others...
Red, Green, Yellow, violet and blue...
All these beautiful colors I now see in you.
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The wilted roses sat regally in the vase.
Their beauty never more apparent than their now decay.
The petals fall listlessly onto the carpet.
She never notices the thorns have no points.
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Quiet whispers of broken truths
Memory lost of blissful youth
Making love by candlelight
Darkness calls me through the night
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Have you ever walked on a sea of sand?
And thought it broken glass?
Have you left your heart in a barren land?
And be haunted by the past?
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The dark moon is rising
No silver left to see
The crone has awakened
Her power flows in me
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My heart is in winter.
My rose lost its bloom.
In love my pain enters.
It's cloud perpetual doom.
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If I were a rose and you were a leaf,
the thorns would not grow upon my tree.
You would bask in the glory of beauty spent.
Content to reside where my heart went.
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You Lied
Words cascaded effortlessly from a forked tongue
I was naïve to consider you pure
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Consume me in the burning dance of flesh
And feed from my heart with lavish exuberance
While I surrender to the anticipation of rapture
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Butterfly moon of a flightless dawn.
Marching softly with a rhythm gone.
Angels coming in a darkened morn.
Demons ascending in a vertical form.
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And I was alone with my thoughts.

Memories swirl in a unison of faith.
Change has been inevitably declined.
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I am the creator who cannot find
The soul in which I burn
A witch of fire, frozen in ice
Freedom is a flight I yearn
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Bittersweet
And I fell
Laughing, crying
Another song
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Ambrosia falls from nectar's lips in waves of molten lust
Crystalline caresses yearn for luscious flesh engorged
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Shadows of promises broken
Gloom within this page
Lightless thoughts keep dancing
Pain will never age.
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Dreams in yellow, blue, and red.
Wish fulfilled while solace dead.
Frozen memory on a gilded page.
Thoughtless sorrow defines this sage.
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She has broken wings.
Her pain is vain.
The child hurts.
The woman sings.
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I flittered like a frozen butterfly in a silver artic haze.

My wings wilting erroneously from a chill since unbridled.
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Closeted I stare at this red door.
Ajar, but as open to me as a vault.
My nightmare is my salvation.
Silence now awakening, keeping me distraught.
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