My moon

The thick, low voice of my moon calls out to me,
He won’t be ignored, refused or forgotten.

He follows me through my dreams,
Beckoning me, infecting me, luring me deep into my fantasies.

I feel his embrace and all the promise it holds,
Despite the wicked wishes he causes.

His absence is thwarted by his overwhelming abundance,
As he entrances me with his sadistic desires.

The silence of night is when his song fills my ears,
And makes my soul see how much I’ve missed him.

But my heart is in conflict, he is but a dream,
And my mind threatens to evict him.

Oh moon, sweet moon, my moon,
Your love grips me so tightly.

Please, moon… Dark, wicked moon,
Consume me so that I might be released in the sunrise.

I cannot create, invoke or steal you,
But you can disappear at any moment.

And then, my moon, I will be forced.

To truly explore all of life’s possibilities.

Dark Side of the Moon by  Teenager-in-Love via
Dark Side of the Moon by Teenager-in-Love via

Wicked Seed


You sneak into my mind,
Tiny and unnoticed.
A simple thought.
The fragment of an idea.
Just a seed,
Hoping to grow and come alive.

Seeking out the deepest recess
To plant yourself, without detection,
You choose a dark, wet, hot place
To create your lurid home.

And as you settle into that
Soft, messy, delightful crevice,
You immediately begin to unfold.

Your roots unfurl,
Slithering around my darkest spaces.
Wrapping around those tender dreams,
And all of those needs and desires
I’ve tried to ignore for so long.

Marionetting my control,
Wrapping tightly around my power,
Teasing and testing my humiliation,
Penetrating my lust,
Torturing my thrill for pain…

Oh, but you don’t stop.
You’re still just a seed.
A wicked seed.
But you must to be nurtured.

As your stem rises,
Introducing yourself to my consciousness,
I am drawn to you.
A fantasy, unrealized?
A dream, not recalled?

An inspiration.
Awakening me completely,
Coursing through my imagination,
Until my surrender is eminent.

In masterful form,
You dominate my mind completely.
And when I am finally able
To help you flower,
I’m helpless…
In my own release.

You wicked seed.
I beckon you…
I beg and plead…

Please plant yourself in me…
Again and again!