Far away hidden from the sins
of my father's hands for my love
is yet near and her masterpiece
of flesh she offers me with her
crimson hands extended like
lilies from the field.
Her wounds open they bleed of
relics from a distant land yet she
is a love I want to keep so close
to while drifting off to sleep so
spent and filled from her love for me.
Our bodies wrapped and buried in
each others souls as no one dares
disturb us yet they listen as we
breathe heavier and our moans
grow intense with each passing
minute spent.
In our chamber silence is stilled
but not for others who watch our
silk sheets reflect naked bodies
scents and colors highlighted by
sunlight as we silently perform
our rituals of love while ears are
bent to our chamber door.
The raven's sharp beak twitches
be gone listening ears least you
be torn limb from limb like maggots
sliding over corpses fallen to the
bloody floor to rot forever more
leave these young lovers to pine
with moans and groans never
known or felt behind their
chamber door.
The watchers dare to peel away
the sheets to reveal two perfectly
slowly moving bodies embraced
in fleshly passion and are
returned to their graves from
Raven's warnings not to
disturb these lovers.
Embraced in only their world while
tears fell all around them their
eyes shutting out the world for
that special moment in time they
lay breathless beside each
others body staring into the
unknown alone yet together in
their chamber of sensual horrors.
© Copyright Vincent Moore2011. All Rights Reserved.
