I, the Succulence

i-the-succulence

Now the succulence of autumn fruit
Badly bruised by your intention
Lay waste outside the entrance
Of a divisive heart
No longer shining
Nor is she sweet
But blemished
By your
Sin

©Kay Salady

Fire and Ice

fire-and-ice
your rivers flow into my sea
oozing sensuality
away from you and into me
as flooding tides rise to convene
with messages upon the sands
that i collect to make a strand
long enough to circle earth
our sentiments have so much worth
you my love are raging fire
with licking flames that burn desire
and i the yearning cold blue ice
left unto my own device
meet with you to liquefy
into our love that will not die
we run throughout each other’s veins
aching to remove the pain
of distance
i tremble when i think to touch
the dark rich skin i need so much
are my fair hands such cursed things
unfit to cling unfit to bring
my love a solitary thing
oh i have touched the things you’ve touched
but i long to smell the fragrance of your hair
or see the sunlight on your skin
and how i long to walk within your shadow
as you enlace your hand with mine
one day with you would be divine
as you bathe within my sea
oozing sensuality
away from you and into me
without a word we’d rise to greet
as fire and ice to liquefy
not caring if this day we die
for our love is without an end
and you my love my greatest friend
are here at last within my arms
possessing me with all your charms
filling me to overflow
and that’s the only thing i know
the only thing i know

©kay salady

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Whispers from the Lady’s Chair

Whispers from the Lady's Chair

Nimble fingers traveled through
Careworn flesh that suffered to
The point of yearning days on end
Therefore she melted into him
He kissed the salty tears that fell
As she released the tender well
Enchanted springs had filled to brim
For she was so enthralled by him
And with each undemanding touch
To lightly brush within the hush
Of simple sweet imaginings
Inside the dreams that daylight brings
Upon the fluttering wings of fairies
Dancing in the motes that carry
Light and love to those who weep
Yet pray the prayer from sorrow keep
There is a prince around the bend
His kingdom floats upon a whim
He is invoked by fervent prayer
Whispered from the lady’s chair

©Kay Salady

Illogical

 

Sad Girl

“I made a vow right from the start that you would never break my heart.”

Things can never be the same
We’ll never reignite the flame
I’m feeling lost and numb inside
And all my words scurry and hide
Escaping me evading you
It seems the easy thing to do
I think we’re better off this way
With very little left to say
Things can never be the same
We’ve inflicted too much pain
Being senseless being sad
Being heartless being mad
Without thinking of the cost
Our relationship’s been lost
I feel broken I feel small
Did you care for me at all
I made a vow right from the start
That you would never break my heart
But then I fed on the taboo
Of falling so in love with you
Oh how I hate to say those words
They leave me open and absurd
So I’ll just zip these pretty lips
And try my utmost to resist
But can I really stay away
I want to babe but I can’t say

©Kay Salady

Wildflower

Acquiesce

 

fragile flower within the field

immaculate, although she yields

against the bitter wind

steadfast to her bit of soil

each petal folds as she recoils

into the dark of night

she opens them again at dawn

to softly cling and feast upon

each precious drop of dew

there rainbows glisten in the sun

as she awaits the day to come

when snow blankets the earth

yet her seedlings will ascend

inside the breath of autumn’s wind

then she will have rebirth

yes, she will have rebirth

 

©Kay Salady

Suffocating Slumber

Nightmare

These dreams are dreadful
And encumbered by my slumber
The spell that I am under
Holds me captive to a call
From somewhere deep inside of me
I anticipate that possibly
You may be aware
That I lie pleading
In the hollow of a bed
Never to rest a forlorn head
Tucked away so long ago
I am the long forgotten
Whose lost and lonely cries
That you no longer recognize
Echo on and on
How arresting to my soul
That a love once beautiful
Has gone astray
To agonize a troubled mind
That cannot leave the past behind
Withers away
Inside your shadowed walls
Tiptoeing as you call out
For your prey

©Kay Salady

 

Providence

Providence

Indefinable

From the center of a crowd

Shadowed by a cloud of isolation

While on the inside looking out

I can feel a silent shout

Of desperation

Wishing to begin again

And wanting so much to fit in

A world that has me by the tail

I fear for all my days

This chase within a maze

Will never cease

And as the feathers fly

Into that discontented sky

I search to find the source

Of my release

Just when I think all hope is gone

I find the strength to lean upon

Must come from wisdom’s bitter well

As I kneel, I find perfection

Inside my own reflection

This truth is difficult to tell

 

©Kay Salady

My entry for Bluebell Books Twitter Club Week 49

Awakening

Awakening

(for my muse)

I feel a strong sensation
Rising through my bones
Summoning my name
And, anxiously, I wait
Wondering if you hear
The racing of my heart
Or breath that I exhale
As I draw near to you
In my anticipation
My body becomes weak
As a bitten lip makes known
The anxiety I suffer
One touch would be divine
But can one touch be mine
Or avert ambitious need
That controls my every move
On impulse, I proceed
Toward my aspiration
To satiate desire’s
Invocation

©Kay Salady

Marked

Marked

(for my muse)

Unexpectedly encircling me
Your breath upon my skin
Warm, wet and feral
Inhales the pungency
Of my passion
As you pace the perimeter
Of my inhibition
Until I am resolved
To rub my scent
All over you

©Kay Salady

Needy

Needy

There’s a mark upon her head

He can see that she has bled

At the hands of many men before

She’s submissive and she’s shy

He won’t let the chance go by

To see if he can make another score

He sets a sternness to his chin

Puts on a smile that’s sure to win

As he takes a little walk across the room

Then gazing deeply in her eyes

He makes her realize

That she’s a perfect rose in bloom

When he takes her by the wrist

He adds another to his list

Of disadvantaged women who’ve been blind

By the silver tongue and touch

They hunger for so much

That unexpectedly turns terribly unkind

 

©Kay Salady