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baby girl you ask me
for answers to questions that I have
long ago swallowed
that I struggle to digest
every second of my life.
you say I make life much more
complicated that it is
yet ask me for the secrets that
I've hidden from myself.
I enforce:
you do not want to know.
there is a certain silence
which often speaks louder
than words if allowed
and I am that shadow
I am the silence
that will speak if you listen
intently to the undertones.
I thought I had warned you
thought the element of surprise was
long ago quenched-
I am not the typical one
with whom one could lead
an easy life.
melissa hale, copyright 1999.
in the silence of
night
I hear you smile.
teach me
of wonders
of creativity unique
of beauty unbridled
yet secured to us.
in the dim
light of evening
there is a thunder of
you
colliding against the energy of
one heart dividing.
I sit where you’ve lain
I motion the moment
to soothe over distress and
remind me of light.
in the meantime I wait
in loneliness unintended
for a mind-caressing
look
as you fall through
my life…
copyright Melissa Hale, 1999
we are sadly growing
extinct.
bow down
priestess bitch
I fall onto stones and weep
at the color you have chosen
for your
mark.
praise you praise you
praise the murder of you
oh holy one
oh frightened skull.
I am simple beside you.
I am concrete beneath the sun
boiling
rippling
under your majesty.
I reach to you
ache to own the right to touch
condemn
you
and your beautiful smile.
this may be a hoax that
I’ve given to myself.
satisfaction seems less
than elementary.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1999
the first step the resurrected soul hangs I want you alone. here I lay she corrupts she lies powerless september girl with send me a tantalizing inspiration the open sky
holds the infinite diamond eyes with
the first taste of my new
I wish
she used to watch me
try
now I sleep
wait for the
end.
the first kiss
the first goodbye
the simple echo that we still
indulge
she is a
coward
I am weakness
we fight against
truth
smarter we should be
smarter
than this insanity
we should have known
we were not
two to be
tangled.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
the ressurected soul
mutely in my window.
I flutter
float in chains above
insurmountable dilemmas
marinating in fascinating imaginations
purely unretainable through
the process of aging.
I dictate explainations that I
have eaten over time
processing fibers of knowledge
that have previously
eluded me.
my straining wings are
inspired
my tongue a lashing weapon
awaiting catastrophic beauties
beyond my feathered reach.
copyright Melissa hale, 1998
I want you alone
want a night of
Mary Stewart
Masterson therapy
dripping hand-fed fruit
and silliness.
I want my wife
naked
cooking dinner as I
clean
passing me forever in an
explosive glimpse across
the room.
I want you beside me
holding me under
a mass-produced tablecloth
fondling me until I blush
urging me to be naughty
as my mind prepares to concede.
I want my queen
disgusted
with Tiffany Lord's pathetic attempts
yet turning to me in fire
and immediate forgetfulness.
I want you alone
to do with as I please
to open myself to your
magic
on your knees and as
happy to be there
as I am happy to
be.
copyright Melissa Hale 1998here I lay
your trembling golden goddess
complete with desire
and an aching to captivate.
I taste you already
the sweet dew of your intent
the moisture of your
loving
running hot and wild between
my gasps.
I am here in agony
for your reaction to my smile
anxious to find a wanting
for the gift I long to give.
I want to make you
slippery
over the contours of my jaw
have you ache to fill
me
with your starlit evening rapture.
I am in my glory
lost in the world of us
waiting only for completion as
you return crawling
through our garden to fit
my devouring mold.
I hurt filled with
you
filled with need
to own you again
to take you now
and feel you surrender.
I will
make you mine.
copyright 1998 Melissa Haleshe corrupts
as I dance in her mystery.
I reflect
silver metalic uphoria
in a drug inhanced
glaze
moist and full on the
carpet
and eager to taste.
she spirals
around and around and
around in a
chaotic symphony
mesmerizing the molecules
that thrive on the air above her.
mouths gape
wide into the gelatin night
whispering secrets of
haunting reservations
from her past.
she comprehends nothing
but the mood within her
falls passionately into
glass
smudging her identity
as my silence
indulges.
copyright Melissa Hale 1998
and I stand waiting.
the room is complete
hollowed
with infinite madness
and I sink
into its creases.
she struggles naked
against her ties
screams in silence
furiously combatting the
schitzophrenic demons who
dance wildly through her
world.
I watch
hypnotized
stunned by wonderment.
she laughs
hysterically in the darkness
creating an illusion of
music
to sweep her mind away.
she falls apart
exhausted
melts into the frozen floor and
finds solace
in being numb.
I walk away
deaf and blind
refusing to ponder.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
Sorry if this scares you guys...lol...it just fell out of me!!
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your fusia eyes I
cherish you
and your generic tongue.
seashell mirrors run
deep into your
spine
I penetrate
abrehivate
the theory of your
shadow.
spetember girl you
mount january as if
a prehistoric
traveller
on an intimate journey
away from
time.
I sabotage your
deliverance
and firmly bind your
brilliance to
the day I will not
forget.
september girl I
noticed
the lack of expression
on your lips
and the silent
empty
will to escape.
I will honor your
indulgences.
copyright Melissa Hale, 19981
I implore of the
metamorphasizing lover
I have left asleep.
teach me of the love you will
demand
how much and how little
your spirit will accept.
today I'll change for you
I'll relinquish a bit of the
savvy
that runs deep within
let me test myself and
explore your happiness.
my river runs swift and
lonely
anciently twisting through the
life I've been only half
aware of
but I'll set my breath aside
if you step onto my
shores.
I am living in you now
as you trace the day towards night
as you follow your feet to
the moment
we will reunite after our callings.
I am in your haven
I feel your thoughts on mine
I wait with anxious patience
for your beautiful
complicated
dedication.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998Brides
treasure
of my love for
you.
my body glows
against the golden field
adopted as our
cradle
for a lifetime of
magnitism between
flesh and soul.
we breathe forever into
passionate lips
feed the fire in our
centers
on love-soaked
fingertips.
I stare you down
with frightening intensity
built to convince you that
your love is
my truth
and we are brides
with nothing left to
wait for.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998Goddesses
simple champagne promises
light up my days
like goddess lovers.
we lay bare-breasted
golden
soaking in the heated
radiance of
dilerious passion and
wholistic fire.
I perfume my body as
an egyptian priestess
preparing her alter.
I shower myself with your
scent
pulling you into every
dip and curve of
my desire
taking you fully
as the universe is dismembered.
we are painted
with golden chips and
well-loved tools
capturing every blazing
shade we entangle
as our impressions are
engraved
infinitely
for the admiration of the
world we have
surpassed greedily
without a look back.
we disappear into
exploding minds
kindling
the fanatic love we
make
with every shared
moment.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
the ocean within me
thrives on you.
the rippling tides of passion
that consume me
are fueled by your attention and
desires.
I fight to contain
the splashing that should
not be explored
but you persuade
in the lethal way you have
and bring me to willingness
with a sly smile.
my waters crash against your
shores
soaking and cooling
filling us both
with engraved fire
that cannot be mistaken.
I burn
smokey and wet
outside myself and into
hysterics
unconscious of anything
but what we do to
each other.
our lights glow fade and
hypnotize
and we explode
in our love.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
you turn to me
your body shining with a
light
that promises lust and fulfillment
and heat.
you crawl to me
slowly piling the anticipation
on my weak shoulders
already trembling
already recognizing
the undeniable level
that we will soon journey towards
together.
I lose my fingers in the
wild mane of you
that covers
seduces
and I pull you into me
wanting you to become me in
the very way you have
become a slice of my
soul.
you touch me
slow and soft
my body aching
telling you more than my lips
would ever dare
demanding that you fuck me
that you take me
wanting to soar above life
into absolute perfection
of you inside me
tucked into the heated folds
of my personality.
heavily you
respond to my nature
pounding
fingers asking if I can
handle more
but I can't even handle what
I've asked for.
you smile into me
your tounge complying
your light invading me
injecting your lethal
juices into me
making me into a tigress.
mingled moans fill the air
unrecognizable pleas to
stop the insanity we create
unintelligilbe cries to
fall inside me
to keep me forever locked within
your garden of eroticism
and I die against
hungry eyes.
your skin crashing into mine
worlds apart with
similar experiences
I yearn for the taste
of you in me
of me on you
pushing beyond possibilities and into
instinct
traveling further than the
road had promised.
we mate
fuck
become senseless and selfish
giving and taking exactly what
we desire
forgetting any form that
may have existed.
the night whimpers
our bodies rage
boiling and reacting to the strange
perfection we uncover and
somehow we meet at
I love you.
a new moment explodes and
with the whipsers
the entire scene
is readjusted.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
the natural silence has
embodied us.
like the gulls controlling the
sky we
soar into each
other
immersed in the
arms of the earth.
sand caressing my
back
you devour my
skin
I stare into the night and
engrave the moment
on my mind.
my body crashes
against you in unison
with the waves upon the
shore
and my cries are both
muffled and
magnified
by the dream we have
discovered.
slowly my heat melts
the night
and we draw each other
near
to keep our souls
united.
the stars dance before us
singing our names
and celebrating our
completion
and never before have
words
seemed so
unnecessary.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
Woman
look at this beautiful
woman
she is smiling at me like I
am the most perfect
idea in her world.
now tell me what
is possibly wrong with that?
tucked behind her sensitive ear
lives something which has
belonged to me-
the sweet scent of violets
transferred nicely.
flowing from her lips as
our heat is intertwined
is the attraction of
the wild
and the density of our love.
watch the way her
delicate touch
is trailed by the gaze of
her discerning
eyes
and tell me
wouldn't anyone be
in love with that?
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
The Tease
you are teasing me
with your bare shoulders
slipping
above the tumbled sheets
and your tangled curls
beckoning me.
I let the tension build
within me
and struggle not to
reach out
for the softness
sweetness that
you have declared mine.
as we lay in silence
staring
we fill each other
with desire for that which
overwhelmes us
in naked nights.
you
climb into my begging skin and
gratefully I
absorb
as our femininity
mingles
and our moans
melt the night.
copyright Melissa Hale, 1998
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