Hello, I'm new here so I figure a good way to introduce myself is by posting something.
This is something I wrote a few years ago.
It's called Ecstatica
Quickened, the revenant soul astride
A raging sea, a midnight tide
Wordless, soundless, speaking yet
Through frantic touch constraint defied.
Hard curves, soft lines as strangers met
Thieves of sins, from sins beget
A new and fierce moral play
And accepting this, no more regret
Down and marble juxtaposed
Through open lips and teeth still closed
A stolen gasp, a darkening blush
From tremors real and supposed
And still an urgent, violent rush
Consumed by hungry, sanguine flush
No sun yet petals open still
A fatal thrust, and then, a hush.
This is something I wrote a few years ago.
It's called Ecstatica
Quickened, the revenant soul astride
A raging sea, a midnight tide
Wordless, soundless, speaking yet
Through frantic touch constraint defied.
Hard curves, soft lines as strangers met
Thieves of sins, from sins beget
A new and fierce moral play
And accepting this, no more regret
Down and marble juxtaposed
Through open lips and teeth still closed
A stolen gasp, a darkening blush
From tremors real and supposed
And still an urgent, violent rush
Consumed by hungry, sanguine flush
No sun yet petals open still
A fatal thrust, and then, a hush.