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THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kisses
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri

INNER SANCTUMReflections crimson and cream-with some purple
musings too-I am the kiss that the Twilight leaves
to linger on my home's humble shingles, the many
halcyon sirens my soul spies stirs in me, a place
of vibrant reflection and resounding introspection,
where drowsy Sunsets sheathe themselves in the
prelude of Moontides, and the air I breathe colors
my inner sanctum with the visions only I can see,
scribbling people into existence with the amorous
virtues of my pen, goading me to write from the
shadows where I reside, libating indigo passages
with whispers of willful white, how could I not
love myself, every spider weave that catches m

KISSING GHOSTSIn the Night I see her, an angel of stone
and feather casting a pale illumination
over my grave, upon her cheek tears linger
a vulnerable stain, how I wish I could kiss
them away and taste their poetry calligraphing
a wish, just one absent-minded wish to be
loved, over her impenetrable nude she wears
a weave of spiderwebs, I see the nightmares
that hide in their gossamer folds, beckoning
the Dark's many collectibles into her shade,
but her soul is wet with secrets, her eyes
are hollowed out by deja vus, her lips bleed
from being too tightly sewn shut, but oh how
I want to love her quietly-silent and spectral
-how my groin aches

THE SILENT SWANThe Sea's blue breathing womb gave birth
to all creatures, giving life to Silence,
speech to the Unconscious, sight to the
Blind, but something extraordinary also
emerged from out of the Sea's native waters
-a swan emerged, she was the most exquisite
and glorious bird that the Waters of Life
had ever birthed, her Beauty shone like
supple silver, so pure that it stole the
speech and sight of all worldly creatures
who gazed upon her singular greatness,
but this swan was born a mute, as mute
as unwritten paper, she had no halcyon
voice, she had no living note to sing.

She lived with her heart speaking from her
eyes-in her gracefu

MAIDEN MEMBRANEFalling, softly falling through the Night,
my ideals are scattered like pollen by the
bees who sting my thoughts open, and I wonder
how I got here-a wreck drowning on a sandy
shore-how did I fall so far through this
sensuous glare, blurring the lines of my
once white lily into a scarlet window where
pain is pleasure and pleasure is a fleeting
pulsebeat, I must be a fool for letting you
rupture my maiden membrance when your words
were so cruel, I must be starved for simple
affection to allow my Purity to be bedded,
but strange Devotion never smiled at me and
tears only increased with the Night, falling,
softly falling on the bar

TO AUTUMN, WEARIED OF HIS TAILAutumn, Autumn, my little boy gecko
blazing brighter than the Twilight Sun,
faster by far you are than the falling
toy of Autumn leaves-but sweeter than
maple sugar you can be, on a day as
subtle as the retreat of Winter's shade
you must have been in a restless mood,
full of sprintime spunk and fiesty show,
for when I attempted to remove you from
your rustic home so I may complete my
cleansing duties you put on a show of
such freaky woe I had never seen before!

Autumn, Autumn, wearied of your tail
you must have been for my maternal care
failed to calm the panic fluttering in
your little breast-until finally you
dropped your sl

CANDLELIGHT HAUNTINGSDragons, those immortal guardians of Fire
and Treasure, I see them in the candleflame
flickering tongues of Immortality, they haunt
the Silence that clings to the Darkness,
I could never be indifferent to them or the
insanity that comes to me in my awkward hours,
it is then I am most comfortable, my home
flickers with the dragons that live in the
candleflame, and Yesterday's blue halcyon
rain makes me wet with unrequited Desires.

Dragons, how I love their smoldering licks that
transform the shadows into words, and me into
the weeping resemblance of a normal person, but
being normal is death to my awkward brilliance
-I am a match

SIREN'S SONGPassion pulls me under the waves, sweet
and strong, I crest these moonlit waters
as they lift me up, a song that captured
visions of this deep abyss I call my home,
I sing my madness in notes that spiral
outward from my halcyon throat, into the
silversapphire shimmer of a dream they float,
the Sea's sensual slide pulls me under again
as I sing of the beauty that eclipses my
pure heart, oh I dare not breathe through
my permeable eyes lest the Stars within drown.

I am haunted by a lifetime of loneliness
that gilds my voice, none can escape my
melodious lure-neither can I escape to the
shore of sanity when the Sea shimmers blue
in

DARKEST STARShe exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can f

A TEACUP OF TEARSSitting on the brim of a teacup I see the
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinte

VESTAL VIGILPurely
she looked down from where she sat on the
rim of a Star, watching as the milky way
flowed continuously past her, piercing the
blue veil where her sad thoughts took refuge,
a hymn slanting softly from the bare murmurings
of her lips she breathed into the austere
atmosphere, where she stood and watched the
fall of one of her cherished daughters...
a tear slipped free, from the crystal cabinet
of her eyes a single tear fell.

Down
she gazed at her daughter feeling sure that her
chastity was immortal, a warm quilt under which
she slept, behind closed doors she lived alone
with Nature's kin her only family, she didn't
know th

DANCING WITH DEMETEROnce, I met Demeter in the furrows of my Dreams,
golden and gilding where my shade on flightless
wing flew inward, I heard her speak to me, words
of honey dripping into an amber remembrance
"never forget" she whispered, "never forget who
you are", so in the nativity of Solitude I practiced
my art, scribbling poems inked with my blood and
tears, I studied the veins of trees and drank the
blood that detoured from them, diluting Obscurity
with Need, Force with Fluidity, turning Burdens
into a garden of Blessings, I learned to assert
my Femininity from watery temple within to the
socialist Darkness without, I learned to be true
to my

BY THE ASPHODELS...The Night disorders my mind, dusting my grief
with the sweet recall of her relief, dowsing
my heat with an inner snowfall, I let myself
drift into the shiny sounds of Silence-and
inhale my tears from following me home again,
the rain is all I feel against my misused body
disordered too much by Misery's tearful glaze,
but the Asphodels know what I wish to forget
and they windmill the rain to covet the blue
from my shade...I am bare but not barren...

My heart is all I have to call my own, teary
stained it remembers what I wish to forget,
but the Asphodels won't let me drink from Lethe
so these ghosts I must befriend as they follow

ESKIMO SHOREThe Night is a blue halo stringing me to the
Moon, she feared I would get lost again to the
motions of my intangible state, but no pale
gleaming abstraction can keep me from losing
myself to the acoustics of softly imprinted
remembrances-not anymore, once they swelled
fast and sure in my veins like sugar, and glazed
my skin in the honey that incinerated my once
virtuous compass, my heart will always remember
the melancholy impressions that beckoned me
to slice and skewer, and the words seething
my birthright with a shanty of lies, there was
too much spoken suspension for me to accept,
and the Truth couldn't pretend to be less tha

I WILL LET THE STARS OUT SLOWLYI will let the Stars out slowly from the
fabric of my mind, soft-centered in me they
were, these jewels of Eternity shining high
in the navel of my Nights, I will let the
Stars out with every shivering white sigh
of my soul colliding against the Silence,
she makes silk of my scars as I undress,
searching for a glimpse of flesh that I'll
recognize, but the Stars are all I see...
shining just for me...these jewels of Eternity,
they tint my familiar mortality and dissolve
me into a perfect moment of quiet serenity,
I watch as they paint my Dreams with their
palette of glitter and frost, unseaming the
rust from my past so my Beauty

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MY INKWORLDMy mind is a silver blade that slices me open
without shame, a tourniquet I tried to fashion
from my nocturnal scrawl of letters shaping
words, I tried to write myself a new existence
as the Night spilled her ink across my pages-
but the souvenir Stars blurred my vision until
all I could do was cry-for what was never fully
healed and my wounds again unsealed, they throbbed
beneath their frail black lace stitchery, my heart
was sliced and skewered into several bloody pieces,
but from its slaughter the Light shone even more
purely in the Dark, though others may wonder how
can this be-how can such fractured pieces shine?
I know that

CANDLEMAS AGAIN...When I close my eyes, I am taken to another
horizon where I exist as more than just a dream,
and my virtue still threads my seams with an
oath of white, how I wish I was not so faded
like a moth's wings singed translucent by a
Midsummer flame, I want to be Candlemas again
-waxing wild as the Dawn lifts up her skirt
to engulf the petticoat Dark-I want to be the
petals that gently unfurl a bud of blushing white,
no jaded overgrowth will mock the homestead of
my virtue or ruin the wild breach that liberated
my amazon heart, my skirts that once billowed
white I will wear again, and I will cauterize
my scars with a lullaby reaped by t

SUMMER DISTILLERYSummer left me distilled, a sigh riding the
nape of hummingbird wings-until I found new
meaning curling beneath my breasts, I will
always remember the kisses I stole from the
pores of a fragile Sky, and breaths arching
against rainbows freshly bedded, I yearned
to drink them in with my eyes until my Silence
was drunken happy, but my tongue had split
into starlight as the memory of you fluttered
beneath my skin with the scarlet singe of
hummingbird wings, now a year gone mad later
...the fire no longer burns the skin away
from my swollen moon, it has simmered down
into a slow steady smoulder in which I dip
my faithful quill to wr

SPIDER SPIRITIn the labyrinthine Dark my soul sits,
catching the silver spirals from the
spinning universe, my soul sits in the
center of its own web, weaving from
its own entrails, my spirit is a spider,
needing no other tools than my own
creative impulse, my arachnid balance
of Sensitivity and Strength, my spirit
is a spider always weaving a web of
its own eccentric design, the infinite
energy that combines fluid and form,
the evolution of energy that is my life,
from it I weave, I spin, I feel with
senses spider-sensitive, I touch the
world spider-like, I experence every
vibration and tenderest touch where
the world and the universe me

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by ~NocturneJewel, Feb 5, 2012, 2:10:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Even on the driest of days I am wet,
you still scent my skin with stormy skies
and the rain that clings to your footsteps,
your eyes-a warm shower that melts the
frost from my horizon, your voice-a cloud
burst that fills my pores when sighs are
not enough, my thoughts are a mist that
drifts like a lost soliloquy onto your side
of the Sea, tenderly dissipating in the
rainy haze of every kiss, but your love
was more a trickle than a downpour, leaving
my phials half-dry with Desire, my waters
rising without my floodgates being released
to enjoy the fathoms of no regret...but
dew still clings to my petals and more
than a few drops of love I harbor inside
my slow-rising tide, if only you would
disperse yourself on my half-baked shell
I wouldn't have to hold my breath anymore,
your vapours were always more imaginary
than real...but even on the driest of days
I am still wet...since you shipwrecked
yourself on my halcyon shores.

November 11, 2011
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*Wolfyone Mar 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

So sad, and so true, that where we expect love to fill us up, we find only a few drops. Enough to keep us going but not to nourish. As always your words paint beautiful pictures.

~NocturneJewel Mar 14, 2012

Thank-you so much for the insightful reply!. Love can be such a painful thing...so far I haven't found a love as pure as what I share with my crested geckos. The other night I open up the door to Mandarin's tank (one of my males) and right away he jumped onto my shoulder and ran down the front of my top, nuzzling between my breasts. So sweet and flirtatious!

*Wolfyone Mar 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome. You're right, love can be very painful. Mostly because we put our hearts out there with trust and so often the trust is betrayed. People are so often disappointing. Animals are much truer companions in general.

~NocturneJewel Mar 17, 2012

If only more people could love the way animals love, pure and simple and true. We have so much to learn from animals.

*Wolfyone Mar 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sometimes I think God put them here to teach us.

~Avenvia Feb 27, 2012 Student Writer

You hook the reader in from the very first line and your watery images are as intriguing as they are beautiful!

~NocturneJewel Feb 27, 2012

Thank-you so much for that. I'm glad you enjoyed it as I do your always insightful comments.

*halcyonshores Feb 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

My goodness.. this is so painfully beautiful.

The visions are exquisite, the dance of antitheses is like a whirlwind without direction.
Tidal the flow of your words, and your emotions. So many elements in this gem that 'steal' me..

I must say it is one of my most favorite of yours so far, wonderful Poetess.

~NocturneJewel Feb 24, 2012

Thank-you so much for your poetic love of this poem, I'm glad you loved it so, and could emerse yourself in its tidal rhythms. I thought you would like the ending words too, in honor of your name.

*halcyonshores Feb 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I was quite touched when I read those words, though I didn't know
and wouldn't assume you mentioned them thinking of me.

I am truly Honored indeed and I thank you with all my heart.

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