Untitled (Waiting For You)
I will wait for you.
If you are my dream.
I will be yours.
If you are a figment.
I will let the love go, but not you.
I searched, I waited, for you.
Are you real?
Are you mine?
Why so far, yet so close?
Why do we meet?
Who gave us permission?
I am your angel, an angel from hell.
I come to take you to heaven.
Forever and ever, we will live.
In white lace I embrace your smooth body.
I take you, caress you always.
I have wanted you for the longest time.
Where have you been?
Ties will be broken.
I will not keep my hopes open.
I have been hurt.
I am sure you have too.
I will not be hurt.
I am your angel.
I will wait.
Send me your love.
Prove your existence.
Dance with the devil in the moonlight.
Dance with me under the stars tonight.
Dance with the animals, hum with the birds.
Suck like the insects, read like the mammals.
Eat list like the fish, love like the doves.
Wake up on a bed of roses.
I grew each one for you.
Selected and picked.
I took the thorns off for you.
So, your fingers would not bleed.
I love your tight ass,
may I feel it?
touch it?
caress it?
The darkness will always prevail.
I wish I knew you in the flesh.
Till then, my mind will make do.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.05:05:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Souls)
I turn you around
Kiss on the cheek
Kiss on the parting lips
On the nose
On the eyebrow
The water runs down
Between our bodies
Between our souls
Cold or warm
It runs between our curves
Into our insides
Into our hearts
Around the forms
Beneath the wonders
I insert my tongue
Your lips part
I feel your heart
Beating with my pulse
I ignite a flame
Too much to comprehend
The sun is going down
I hug you dearly
Forever and ever
The day went by
Over and over
We spent it in water
We walked to an ocean
While motionless
And did not leave our location
Only our minds
Our hearts.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.02:15:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Strict Poem)
I shackle you to a bed post.
I pulse an image
in front of your eyes.
I show you a complex for your thought.
I take from the kitchen sweet desserts.
I eat my desserts with you...
on the bed...
you in shackles,
I in black.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.01:30:00@31USQWNYC