This one is for all of the poetry lovers out there. It's a dark love story I like to call...
TEASE
He calls to me,
Not with uttered word born on mortal breath,
But with sweet music, molded by his fingertips,
Each key unlocking a mournful note,
I come to him,
In the trappings of a human body,
Pale flesh, heaving heart,
Dark eyes to match my darker nature,
In the castle keep,
I wander through musty corridors,
Passing through doors of spider silk,
My footsteps drowned out by his instrument,
Upon my muted entry,
His masked face turns,
The pipes fall into shrouded silence,
Abandoning the tune within,
My blood rages hotter,
As I gaze upon his darkened form,
Soon the cloak will fall away,
Revealing the sheen of bronzed skin,
I stand before Eric,
His twin emeralds drink me in,
Exploring my shape from across the room,
Tracing every slope and rise,
I cannot tarry longer,
My feet carry me across cold stone,
Up the worn, yet smooth, steps,
And into the warmth of his embrace,
Winter woman am I,
Until his hand brushes my skin,
That touch drives purpose away,
And, I revel in the green of spring,
Suddenly, his ardor cools,
The embrace becomes a push,
He holds me at arm’s-length,
Soft words spilling from his lips,
I cannot do this,
Though your touch is pleasant,
And there is no tie between us,
I cannot take another hour, nor another minute,
I stare at him,
Smiling at his jest,
But, his eyes are unforgiving steel,
Grim are the lips below the mask,
I have known humans,
Since the first clay man walked,
Their motives are as glass to me,
I know their dismissal and rebuff,
Adam cast me away,
Displaced me with woman born of bone,
Condemned me to Apocrypha,
He was the first of many men,
I raise my hands,
They are bent like talons,
Rage of a thousand slights fills me,
For every rejection, he will pay,
His mask falls aside,
My strike has split asunder,
Revealed are the twists and tortured lines,
Which doomed his hope for affection,
My screams echo throughout,
There is no terror in their tone,
Only deep and frenzied ire,
Venom in my verse,
I knew your birth,
And could’ve taken you then,
Deformed and broken as you were,
A squalling babe I spared,
I’ve walked the labyrinth,
While you carried the lasso at your side,
Your hands washed in blood,
I was your invisible accomplice,
When you loved another,
I stayed my hand, allowed your attempt at happiness,
I should’ve taken her,
The Pandora who crushed your spirit,
Your heart has shattered,
Yet, every shard slices me,
Why must I live her punishment?
She found only horror in your face,
He pauses before answering,
And, I realize his soul is closed,
Mist and murk reside within him,
I cannot see until he speaks,
Her song deceived me,
It taught me to believe in dreams,
This lesson I learned too late,
A withered heart cannot a lover make,
We are both unmasked,
My Lilith, sweet denizen of hell,
Our agony is sweet when shared,
A painful pleasure here endowed,
You’ve pulled her knife from out my breast,
And replaced it with your own,
Three words will drive it to its depth,
Enslaved I stand, ruler no more,
I have never wept,
And, yet, am scalded as he speaks,
I reach out to caress each defect,
He is not marred, he is perfection,
We share a terror,
Forbidden knowledge more dangerous,
Than that which caused a rival’s undoing,
Though monsters, we know the truth,
He leads me away,
With a touch, a scent, a kiss,
We dance upon moonbeam and firelight,
Clutching, scratching, writhing, bliss,
I lay on clouds,
My body mastered by the tide,
He gazes pleading for my answer,
I nod and bid him play,
He returns to composition,
Slow and tender is his muse,
His fingers dance across the keys,
The song he pencils is my own,
At last, quiet grows,
And, I find the hollow of his ear,
With heated breath I whisper,
"Next time, the tease is mine."
TEASE
He calls to me,
Not with uttered word born on mortal breath,
But with sweet music, molded by his fingertips,
Each key unlocking a mournful note,
I come to him,
In the trappings of a human body,
Pale flesh, heaving heart,
Dark eyes to match my darker nature,
In the castle keep,
I wander through musty corridors,
Passing through doors of spider silk,
My footsteps drowned out by his instrument,
Upon my muted entry,
His masked face turns,
The pipes fall into shrouded silence,
Abandoning the tune within,
My blood rages hotter,
As I gaze upon his darkened form,
Soon the cloak will fall away,
Revealing the sheen of bronzed skin,
I stand before Eric,
His twin emeralds drink me in,
Exploring my shape from across the room,
Tracing every slope and rise,
I cannot tarry longer,
My feet carry me across cold stone,
Up the worn, yet smooth, steps,
And into the warmth of his embrace,
Winter woman am I,
Until his hand brushes my skin,
That touch drives purpose away,
And, I revel in the green of spring,
Suddenly, his ardor cools,
The embrace becomes a push,
He holds me at arm’s-length,
Soft words spilling from his lips,
I cannot do this,
Though your touch is pleasant,
And there is no tie between us,
I cannot take another hour, nor another minute,
I stare at him,
Smiling at his jest,
But, his eyes are unforgiving steel,
Grim are the lips below the mask,
I have known humans,
Since the first clay man walked,
Their motives are as glass to me,
I know their dismissal and rebuff,
Adam cast me away,
Displaced me with woman born of bone,
Condemned me to Apocrypha,
He was the first of many men,
I raise my hands,
They are bent like talons,
Rage of a thousand slights fills me,
For every rejection, he will pay,
His mask falls aside,
My strike has split asunder,
Revealed are the twists and tortured lines,
Which doomed his hope for affection,
My screams echo throughout,
There is no terror in their tone,
Only deep and frenzied ire,
Venom in my verse,
I knew your birth,
And could’ve taken you then,
Deformed and broken as you were,
A squalling babe I spared,
I’ve walked the labyrinth,
While you carried the lasso at your side,
Your hands washed in blood,
I was your invisible accomplice,
When you loved another,
I stayed my hand, allowed your attempt at happiness,
I should’ve taken her,
The Pandora who crushed your spirit,
Your heart has shattered,
Yet, every shard slices me,
Why must I live her punishment?
She found only horror in your face,
He pauses before answering,
And, I realize his soul is closed,
Mist and murk reside within him,
I cannot see until he speaks,
Her song deceived me,
It taught me to believe in dreams,
This lesson I learned too late,
A withered heart cannot a lover make,
We are both unmasked,
My Lilith, sweet denizen of hell,
Our agony is sweet when shared,
A painful pleasure here endowed,
You’ve pulled her knife from out my breast,
And replaced it with your own,
Three words will drive it to its depth,
Enslaved I stand, ruler no more,
I have never wept,
And, yet, am scalded as he speaks,
I reach out to caress each defect,
He is not marred, he is perfection,
We share a terror,
Forbidden knowledge more dangerous,
Than that which caused a rival’s undoing,
Though monsters, we know the truth,
He leads me away,
With a touch, a scent, a kiss,
We dance upon moonbeam and firelight,
Clutching, scratching, writhing, bliss,
I lay on clouds,
My body mastered by the tide,
He gazes pleading for my answer,
I nod and bid him play,
He returns to composition,
Slow and tender is his muse,
His fingers dance across the keys,
The song he pencils is my own,
At last, quiet grows,
And, I find the hollow of his ear,
With heated breath I whisper,
"Next time, the tease is mine."