Passion to the prose

When we first met,
when black met red,
our differences opposed.
I’m vibrant fire,
you’re but a shade.
mine in my heart,
yours in your clothes.

I voice my feelings to the world,
you hide behind your smile.
Though not as bright as my broad glow,
you’re burning all the while.

Yet when it comes to matters
that are kept so close to heart,
our minds,
our souls
and love, alike,
don’t seem to far apart.

Our love combined the day we met.
Black dahlia and rose.
I’m vibrant fire,
love fuels my flame,
brings passion to the prose.


The changing of the guard

There is a time
when, high upon the evening sky,
the sun will set
and bring about a moonly rise,
when light retreats and bids goodnight;
the changing of the guard.

Just as the sun by day brings life,
woken by the morning’s refreshing blue light,
the moonshine ensnares the senses at night
and makes them its own.

Under cover of darkness,
but still within sight,
the moongod looms down from a monstrous height.
it tears off my armour,
rips out what’s inside;
my emotion.

Nowhere to run
and nowhere to hide.
The night is but young;
I’m tortured by time.
The dam has been breached,
I’ll drown in the tide!
But love gives me hope…

Nocturnal feelings, be my guide!
With love’s strong wings I’ll surely fly.
My heart will lie with she who cries
at the changing of the guard.

Fusion after dark

The beaming sun can’t light his face
nor bring colour to his skin.
His sooty steps, they mimic mine
but his aren’t weighted down with sin.

The steps I take are loud and hard,
but his are light and silent.
When darkness falls, he drowns within;
dissolves within the quiet.

Now he and I are one-and-the-same;
fused by the perfect dark.
But, like a knife, the morning sun
will slice us both apart.

Together we’ll walk, forever more,
till darkness settles in;
the beaming sun can’t light his face
nor bring colour to his skin.


I read the signs of love as well
as blind men read a book.
The words don’t read themselves aloud
despite how hard I look.

I cannot smell their meaning
nor feel it with my touch.
To me, love seems invisible,
an air you cannot clutch.

But when with you I know it’s true;
I find myself defenceless.
You torch the sky with love’s hot flare
and leave me gently senseless.