Viola Grey Poems

Traces of your teeth
stain white skin,
your mouth
sweet as summer's fruit
...

In the silence before the storm
I can feel you.
I can sense the change
darkening your soul.
...

Ah...come closer...hear my tale...

'Twas last night
as I took a bite
...

Can I cry now at the injustice
of loving each fresh misery,
of turning from spurned happiness
as though each fresh heartbeat
...

The heartbeat
of another night
waiting for you
skips,
...

Soft, the petals lay
upon your ivory throat,
tracing their scent
into your sweat.
...

Everything stands still,
the air suddenly dries,
like snapping washing
on a summer breeze.
...

Every ember of the fire
clouds a deeper, darker desire.
Orange glow fades as grey
upon our love another day.
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Tears mean nothing
compared to blood run dry
from loving you.
Each slow beaten drop
...

I'm falling into you.
Depth ridden eyes
drag me under,
where I willingly
...