Flowers in December

The Sanctity of One With You….

She would die for you…
to touch you..
to become that sanctity of one with you…

She’s drowning in a sea of ecstasy
waiting for her drug to kick in…
Deeper she cries…
deeper inside where the nightmares dwell

You voice distant
to far off to hear…
yet the slightest moan
she feels to the core,

it burns,
it twists
ike a knife
tearing her apart…

She’s waiting for you…
wondering
how you can sleep through
the dance of her fingers,
the caress that gives you chills…
are you asleep she wonders…

She would die for you….
she hungers for you…
she couldn’t wait for you
so she embraced
her own flight through Eden….
not alone…with you….
after all it tis her fantasy.

A naughty rhythm streams
through her body,
the ache too much to bear,
the desire
its fire out of control,
she touches you,

she whispers “wake up….play with me…”

left to the devices of silence
and still moments she tries again….

“I want you….let me have you…”

a gentle kiss
caresses his shoulder blade
as her body slithers away
like the snake into the forest floor,
her breast erect;
pulsating with warmth,
between her panties
she’s deliciously wet
but alas still is the night,
silent is his motions….

she can’t stop what already began……..

her fingers are met
by the rushing waters that flow,
crippled the creek
in its motion as her body moves
bring her near…
one caress,
two caress;
in between
lies him
and the once blank wall…

her canvas now

shadows reflect from the televisions
silent light,
she hushes herself afraid to let go
to the point of tears,
its too late –
the soft moan escapes
into the darkness of light
she creates while you slept
away the dream…

her body grows rigid
in the moment of pleasure’s bliss,
she would die for you, she wanted you
but tonight…
he didn’t awaken to her calls –
calls like the wolf’s
lonesome howl in the moonlight….
now her body relaxes but strangely

she’s still hungry….

“more” she whispers into the silence of motion,
the rhythm of desire,
left to the devices of lust,
hunger, a need to feed,
a need to feel the skin
beneath her nails
as she releases her exotic screams….

the dream reels on the blank canvas…
the wall she danced upon…grew dim
waiting to get close to you,
to be part of you…
to become that sanctity
of one with you…

© Kristy Tallman, March 28, 2009

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For you….

No matter where you go,
no matter how many miles
that come between us,
if there’s silence,
there’s always a whisper,
a moment when you will find
on a soft breeze the sounds
of my voice -
callin’ out to you -
callin’ out for you.

I have traveled high
I’ve traveled low,
some days are good
while others I feel like
I’m losing my mind
but in the warmth of your arms
I keep on trying,
no matter how hard it is
I keep on trying
to find my way back -
find my way back to you -
the one who keeps me grounded -
the one who keeps me sane
even when I can’t be.

Sometimes I’m carried off on a wind,
carried off on a feeling
of not wanting to exist
but I couldn’t go if I wanted to
because I need -
I need -
I need you.

No matter how far away
my thoughts are,
no matter how many miles
the silence brings
between our hearts
I can hear you,
the first time
you whispered my name,
the first time
you made me feel alive -

so no if there’s a moment
I don’t seem to be with you,
know in my heart you always are
because I keep on holding,
keep on holding onto you…

Too many times
you catch me when I fall,
you heal my soul
and give me what it takes to go on,
you warm my heart
when a cold wind blows,
so when my heart
feels like it’s dying,
I’ll keep on trying,
keep on holding,
keep on living -
living for you…

Sometimes I’m carried off on a wind,
carried off on a feeling
of not wanting to exist
but I couldn’t go if I wanted to
because I need -
I need -
I need you.

© Kristy Tallman, March 20, 2009

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followed by legal action unless written permission has been given by myself.

As quietly as a mouse in the corner she sits,
Watching through the blur of tears
that have overshadowed her world.
Disappointment, pain, defeat without the promise of hope –
yes that’s all she can see, all she can see anymore.

Talk about your feelings, tell others what pain they cause –
she meekly looks up and asks in a soft whisper,
”Why? – Why should I?
No one seems to notice the darkness
that used to be blue, no seems to notice the pain I endure –
at least if they do its just a bother to them.”

He sits across the room,
watching her watching the floor,
watching her eyes follow the lines in the wooden planks
grown old with age, it reminds him of how old she has become
to be so young – he wonders what has been so bad on earth
that could have let this be done.
Continue reading ‘In the corner of life….dying….’

No Rest For The Weary…..

Laying in my bed,
watching a disease
suffocating me,
as I pray for sleep-
only to find

it never comes…

Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
delusions of fear take over
because nowadays…

the sand man passes me by….

Adrift to dream,
dream to drift,
nothing comes but images
and thoughts that won’t shut up,
a new crime my body commits,
a lack of sleep makes one mad
as it drains my brain
of the essence of life.

So tired I feel,
eyes are heavy,
why won’t they just close,
find their way home,
find their passage
to the hollow halls
where quiet rests,
there is no rest
no rest for the weary…..

Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
mixed emotions,
broken mirrors in a fun house
but it isn’t fun anymore,
confusion takes over
making it harder…
ever harder to find
that peaceful place
called sleep…..

Questions arise
like a vicious spirit
haunting my mind
kicking the covers to and fro,
worries arrest my body,
pain flows with such malice
through my innocent veins,
what used to be isn’t anymore,
nothing makes it go away,
everything hurts,
but tears won’t come,
pain can’t find escape
no more than the blood
that runs through us
lest death takes over….

I don’t want to die,
I don’t want to be sick,
I don’t want to always be so tired
because sleep doesn’t come,
I want to breathe again,
I want to feel
what it feels like to sleep…..

Too many thoughts traverse
through the corridors
of my undefined mind,
delusions of fear take over
because nowadays…

the sand man passes me by….

So I pray for sleep….

I pray for peace….

I pray for sleep…

I pray…I pray…

only sleep never comes…

© by Kristy Tallman – February 2009.

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followed by legal action unless written permission has been given by myself.