From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.

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Hearts heave a relief

of homecoming.

Anticipation smiles

on silent beds

of every young child.

Wreaths of activity

yearning for a peace

that never arrives.

Following evening star

in slipshod time

of glittered hope

and gifted uncertainty

that reflects

in each other's eyes.

©  Katypoetess 2015

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The head of a rose

dry and broken

like a soft word spoken

which was not heard.

The head of a rose

petals close together

intense love held forever

which was not seen.

The head of a rose

leaves are tattered

a life lies scattered

which was not known. 

 ©   Katypoetess 2015     

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Swaying

a sweetness,

trespassing

salt-cracked hearts

that pass in prophecy.

Stumbling

upon angels,

awaiting

steadfast negligence

of tranquil demands.

Rolling

stony silence,

coveting

words that ache

to be born

into my arms.

Time ticks wanton.

©  Katypoetess 2015

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Tear off my guilt,
tie me to your salvation,
innocence will fall,
at your feet of vindication.

Katypoetess 2015

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His discipline
was her most
desired mercy.

He subdued
and elated her
simultaneously.

He affronted
her with exquisite
hedonism.

She kept him
with sacrilegious
possession.

Reminiscent
of a memory,
she was yet
to treasure.

In their intimacy
he humiliated her,
until she learnt
humility.

Unfounded –
they remained unfound.

In ecstasy.

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He was her all black and blue

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I cannot speak to you anymore.

Though over these clay hearted years,

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I guess it all comes from

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Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.

Memories.  Hanging bright as the whitest moon

in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.

I was his lover, his muse, his friend,

his counsel over secret canal side walks.

Both sharp suited, professional by day,

we drove fast through boundaries

into love first after taking vows of never.

Towpath widened into world of champagn...

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I cannot feel your pain.

Your body is numb,

Your mind in hibernation.

For now, let yourself rest

In June’s heat and chatter.

It will take time to be

that knight again

that I cherish so.

But I am there.

Within the silence

I am there.

 ©  Katypoetess 2015

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There are these times of the year

that hunt and haunt my soul.

If I am undistracted – unaccompanied

then I become unexpectedly – unnerved.

Whispers on the breeze I cannot hear

catchlights in eyes I cannot see

memories of you I can no longer feel.

You are only 10 miles away

out of my life –

but no distance away

from this

residual haunting.

© Katypo...

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Ties loosen

eyes now bound

dominance and submission

momentarily forgotten

within their

kismet kiss

© Katypoetess 2015

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I am undone.
I am flayed –
not by a strike of hand
but of gentlemanly politeness.

I am bereft.
I am rejected –
not by a lover’s spurning
but of frustrated licentiousness

Will my vampire ever brave the depravity of reality,
from the enigmatic dark of brutal chivalry?

© Katypoetess 2015

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To say
I don’t think of you
would be a lie
but I dare not pine
As you cross my mind

Do not
ascertain as I close
the bedroom curtains
my wildness is founded
in uncontrollable desire

Ignore that
contented smile
while you hold my gaze
I suggest gently that
you need new glasses

Sipping more  
or less Dom Perignon
I’m sure it won’t be long
Before barman calls time
...

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Sometimes.  Sometimes, when I am alone,
 I slowly, warily try and bring myself back.
 Cry out the rotting lump in my throat,
 pull at greying hair, a constant reminder,
 life is passing and you are no longer there.
 Unable to breathe. A little girl lost,
 flying kites into thunderclouds.

Glancing faces of mornings in all their glory
 delivers me to rest – and now I’m blessed
 with ...

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The hour before sun does set and twilight born
 hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
 Homeward bound, and bound to home
 The wayward desires cease to roam

 
 Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
 To catch that haze she dares to feel
 She writes a glimpse of hope untold
 As fragile as the petals she dares to hold

© Katypoetess  2015

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Come to me.

In darkening clouds

and balmy breeze

that boldly bucks

my willow tree

into enlightenment.

Come to me.

Touch me.

Touch me where

I ache the most

show the least

and love you the best.

Touch me.

Stay with me.

Share my twilight

sultry sensual stars

with a shine that

warns off dawn

of atonement.

Stay with me.

© Katypo...

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A thumb – intently placed on chin

caressing every freckle into a letter

that spells out a story blushing lips

that remand and remade the ending

Forefinger – smoothing the jaw

straight as lines read and re-read

he turns her over like a page

his favourite fable, every inch

a mythology of unreason.

Genteel palm – perfectly placed

on ripened white, depressing sp...

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Between toll of five and six
he wakes her dawn with scythe
of his restless thoughts and sighs.
She joins him tourniquet in
the morn that keeps them forlorn
longing for the sun to rise.
Who will blink bright first?

So tired, so tired, so tired

She prays today is that day
A dement relief of the pain
time refuses to heal hollow. 
Stubborn clock ticks a reverse
making his absence far w...

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I

Staring a half-hearted wonder of who you really

are into a crackle and glow of home comforts,

I swill serene glass of Margaux round and round

in hand that writes and re-writes reminiscence.

Commuting through those sullied Surrey suburbs,

did the severity of your suit cut a sharp intake of

my breath as I pushed through the hollow crowd?

Poetry flames in devotion, an a...

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“Chin

down

slightly,

head towards finger, keep going, keep going, there – stop.

Eyes to me.” 

Sequestered devotion to bemused muse.

She stares back digressive, dictated expression.

Seeing now not the man, but the Brady stand.

© Katypoetess  2015

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