grace mariner Poems

Love to be under your power my giant love.
Brute strength in the gentlest touch.
A natural born submissive...
I believe that was how you said it.
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I could not fall asleep without you last night.
Waking at 2 am I could have sworn you were laying behind me,
body perfectly melded against the curve in my back,
the lusciousness of my woman's body.
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Rarely do we make it through unscathed.
Skinned knees of childhood replaced by bruised
hearts...and egos.
When do we stop letting the world torture us
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You blinded me with your brightness
All consuming it pulled me from my hiding place and showed me what you saw that was never before seen.
I basked in your light, your heat.
It surged and raged, leaving me feel
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What a hypocrite you are!
Taking the treasures to worship a God you don't believe exists.
Preaching morality while being serially unfaithful to your spouse.
Bashing your own for inflicting pain on innocents.
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What can you say about the peacock?
Is he to be ridiculed for his elaborate display?
Should he be humbled by cruel words, reminding him that
vanity is a deadly sin, of course forgetting ourselves
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The blood red devil dances under the light of the blue moon.
His guise that of a perfect love.
It's 3am, the witching hour and that gossamer between light and dark,
good and evil is thinnest.
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We danced together in that long ago place.
A moment in time can last a lifetime,
as if the dance never ended.
The music of our time together still echoes
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I call the crows to council, enticing them with field corn,
their version of coffee and donuts I suppose.
They glide in, first one, then another, each calling to the
next so the meeting may begin.
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The witches wail and the Devils dance
this night above the rest.
The sorceress puts you in her trance
as the moon begins her quest.
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