Twilight Journey

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There must be about a
Million ways to let
Yourself be destroyed
But then there is love,
And I think tonight
I am in the mood to break
Apart and let myself
Be consumed by all the
Things I know I would
Never be able to
Recover from.”

I breath you
as I walk dark paths
warm honeysuckle breezes
clothe my bare skin
like no silk would dare to try

to the river I go
trailing fingers over rough pine bark
as I pass
they hum with my caress
and cicadas sing a wedding song
a promise of a happy marriage
Between the summer night
and my blue twilight dreams

I love the night
in all her exciting potential
so I follow the thrum of distant falls
ready for all uncertain gifts
be they good or bad
I will delight.

-LM Jones
(Quote: R. M. Drake)

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She’s Made of Storms

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“It’s said
She’s made of storm cells
And a wild wolf’s hungry heart,
That she’s learnt
The lightning’s secret
To ripping darkened skies apart.

The power of her presence
Can bring the mountains to their knees,
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas.

But if you’ve met
You’d be no wiser
For she is also born of light,
Another face amongst the crowd;
The hidden
Hiding in plain sight

Great power doesn’t always come
Inside the forms that you’d assume
But you’d never doubt her strength
When she is howling at the moon.”

If you could feel what I feel
You’d know how much brighter the sun burns for me
A fiery kiss
As sweat drips
Glistening on honey skin
Emerald eyes ablaze

If you could see what I see
You’d see the universe come to life by night
Oh how he awakens for me
Sending stars to ring my head
Their light like silk
Sliding down shoulders and breasts
Lingering on hips and legs

If you could hear what I hear
You’d hear the ground breath
Singing a song
As I sleep in the secret grove
Surrounded by trees that hum along
On my side I’m curled
Cheek to earth
She whispers to me of life
And longing

If you could smell what I smell
You’d smell the sky before the storm
Waves of ozone and electricity
Crackling between raised fingertips
Hair floating with static
A red halo
And the scent of the wolf beneath my skin
Wild and fierce
Awaiting the lightning that will come.

-LM Jones
Quote: E. H.
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