He beckons to me
My Dark Lover
In secret whispers
And hidden sighs
Come to me
My broken beauty
Dance with me
On shattered lives
His voice is deep
And full of longing
Like sunset light
Among darkened trees
Fingers reaching
Pale shards of bone
Piercing skin
Like tattered leaves
And I lay wrapped
In his silken blackness
Parted lips wait
To breathe their last
Till teasing smiles
Crack me open
Silvered tears
Break my fast
And I sigh
One long breath out
A holy prayer
To he who waits
For me to grasp
His outstretched hand
And dance the dance
Of Wyrd and Fate
© AM Hunter – May 2019
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