Wendy Bureau

Fog blankets the desolate earth
With motionless, invisible arms
Concealing any imperfections
Of Nature's poised beauty and charm
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Show me that you love me
But do not speak a word
Show me that you long for me
Without a sound being heard
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Ponder not thee rhetorically asked
For no eminent answer will prevail
Flaggerant, ignorant responses
Read of finest fingers, trained in Braille
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Suppose I could in time regress
But to reincarnate my soul
Journey amongst this life again
'Pon a fruition of love, that's whole
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Magnificent in stature
Body of brilliant design
Eyes, orbs of innocence
Devoured in emerald shine
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Unfathomable resentment
Treachery found, in lover's myth
Infidelity, grand blasphemy
Consented not, by whom you’re with
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Struggling, sinking in sadness
Bruised, beaten down again
Manipulated, heart naive
Believing once, you were a friend
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Shackled to depression
Intertwined, amongst my veins
Self worth, self love
Are lost, within the pain
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O' darkened shadow'd silhouette
Concise, precise and wise
Tiptoeing through existence
Draped in translucent disguise
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Epitamy of thought resurrected
Rebirthed with a promise corrected
Wise of misfortune, a clueless disguise
A power, a surge, on this day shall rise
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Consumed by midnight's darkness
A black candle flickers, the only light
Body, dimly accentuated
For a night of sinful delight
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Dance with me, my partner
Spirit lover, of rhythmic step
Foot upon my floor of flesh
Take heart of offer, accept
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An unspoiled virgin love
White orchid innocence
Precious, pure, youthful
Sacrificed, no consequence
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Induced, a downward spiral
A maze, most difficult plight
Not easy to ignore temptation
To retaliate, sheer spite
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Perched high 'pon a rock plateau
Eyes vision, of rarest sight
An angel of feathered wing
Horned priestess, of darkened night
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A yearning, a lust
To caress your skin, your soul
Completing this circle
Indeed, has made us whole
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Lying awake, insomnia
Darkness engulfs the room
Eyes, unable to focus
Isolation, mind games, dooms
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Your warm body lies next to me
Yet emits such a frigid chill
I try to cuddle, comfort you
You play asleep, and just lay still
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Flesh carved not of creation
Nor of accidental occurrence
An act of aggression, release
Confirms self control's reassurance
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A single dove soars of Nightingale's song
Circling such a delicate sight of flight
Whilst once, oh how thine heart did long
Saddened, no love doth it beat, this night
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