March 22, 2019

Lover's Calling

From While I Breath, I Hope. by David E. Bauguess


These poems are in light of Halloween. A bit dark.

Lover's Calling

Can you hear the whispering beats
of mine own heart?
In the dawn of love's loud and
blissful calling,
Tell me the secrets to escaping
the darkness—where I must

For into the depths of madness,
am I falling.

Can you feel the heat of my desire
burning b'neath the skin
In your need to be held, mine to exist,
the maddening lust within,
neither can resist
And in a moment of weakness
we dare give in

Here within yesterday's grave
We soon discover, that love
favors only the brave
In the womb, gestates tomorrow
with all its hope
while today—with all its infancy
we yet tread upon life and love's
dark and slippery slopes



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