Love Your Dark

I like real problems, the human condition—twisted, darker stuff. ~ Drea de Matteo

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I have never left you,
my heart, you stopped seeing me
when you forgot how to
love your dark.

I watched you watching me,
seeing your wild fire burning
in my eyes and thinking
all that want (and wicked) was mine

alone.

I still watch for you,
my heart, believe that

in my hands
your twisted is safe…
believe me—

I haven’t left,
you stopped seeing me

loving you.
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Today is National Handwriting Day, so…

…and a bit more.
The background is a page from Vampiros, an anthology illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

 

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

When Memory Digs

“To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.” ~ André Brink

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I remember
when your words were wanted
summery caresses on my skin…
Then came the fall,
and your touch turned into ice
that burned

like winter on my tender bits.

When memory digs
deep into my heart, I scream,
“It wasn’t real love!” but…
that bloody muscle remembers,
it knows love will be
anything it wants
to be—

love is ice and fire,
desire that flames
or melts (anything
it wants

to be).

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– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.