Mourning Glorys

© Gloria Smith 02/13/10

The Mourning Glory's wear their hearts on their sleeves.

So do I. It is not hidden from your eyes what shines in mine.

I cannot cover the tracks of my heart. It sleepwalks in the night playing bittersweet melodies on its heavy harp - strands of passion floating through the air.

Do you hear its siren song soft and low?

I would draw you to my side... to my cool white bed.

My heart sleepwalks in dreams of you. I am beside you. I touch you -- a fleeting touch. Do you feel me? My gown brushes your arm; cool silk silver satin slowly slips across your skin. My lips touch your cheek -- ever so slight as a thought forgotten.

Does my scent stay with you in the darkness of the night? I warm your bed and yet...

Hold me as a dream, caress me in daydreams.

Breaths of life consume me...

Delusion of love

-- I see you wavering in a mirage; a hot desert dream. I reach for you and touch the wind.

I ache.

Wake me not. Forsake me not.

I am love... Waste me not.

Desire sweeps as a wildfire through my body -- sparking, burning into a blaze of mad desire... fire...

Waves of thrill build as I dream of you.

I wait... a slave to my craving. A fool of love. She schemes to have me. Enchantress of the soul. Make me whole.

Take me -- write me on your heart. Love does not care for right or wrong.

If I loved you more I could not bear the longing.

You are in my blood, my soul.

Shrink not from the tingle of my touch or the glow of my gypsy eyes. My very heartbeat is yours.

...if I loved you more my heart would beat no more. I could not hold such love and live.

If I loved you more I could never love again. All I have to give I give and live to feel your lips once more.

GLO