HELP ME

A TRUE DISASTER

I memorize all those long hues
of what you held in your breath.
I felt a moment of heated up passion
in each color, you dabbed upon on my lips,
it was an unquenchable desire indeed.
coming from your eyes-
I felt all your pangs of hunger pounding deep into
your craving heart;
I heard your whispers crying out to me.
It was like a humbled song pouring its
feelings in the air.
I could read your most intimate thoughts
that you held back from me;
behind your dripping teared up eyes,
I read all your secrets while you were painting
me down in history, for all to lay eyes upon me.
You put all my famous line down into your
paintings for all to cherish in a world that isn't
so kind, Yet, their spirits bathe in all my pains
whereas their hearts bleed with mine.
I see the colored lips you painted on me.
bloodstain passion is what you call it.
Its the hunger of your delights,
That shine from your long-distance that
kept us apart like an old sad love song
playing around in each color.
the filthy pleas coming from the edge
of your eyes-dripping down in immortal hues.
Whenever I see you look at me,
my heart wants to sink,
because my heart could never give what you seek.
in your painting of me-I see you added words
of what I have written down
in my own bloodstain ink-
where all my famous lines seem to come alive
in your artistic mind,
a place where you see me in your fantasy.
But what you don't understand is
what you desire for me could never be.
this wasn't hard for you to master;
I see how you look at me whenever I speak
it is like you are wanting to kiss me.
I am the image in all your paintings
that makes your heart hunger for more,
this made me think of so many things
that filled my soul with true intents
it was a temporary thought of disaster.

- Judy Emery © 1999 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.