James Timothy Jarrett Poems

It comes within the dark of moon, black wind

whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking,
...

Do you know who you are?
You are my heart and my soul
My light and my laughter
The warmth that sparks the consuming flames of my passion
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The serpent has mingled with my blood

As she devours me, I become her lover
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Loneliness and bitterness
fill her empty shell

Her lying words of love
...

He crafts the finest ever made

soft speakings of verse and prose
...

Hollow, haunted, hurting eyes staring at
the ceiling.
Cold, hard, white tile floor a pillow
for my head.
...

If fate should deal that blow that severs
and I should fall 'neath deaths dark sword

I want from you my wife and lover
...

A cry floats on the gentle breeze.

A sound of laughter, A sound of joy.
...

I look at him
Illuminated by the dim yellow glow
of warm lamplight
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Hearken to the sound that rides upon the bitter wind

Deep within the gathering gloom
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