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By FirelightThe fickle heartbeat in your chest thrums ever in my ear,
Dulled gently by the thick, soft swathe of black
On which I tiredly rest my pensive head in fear
That you will try to bear me ever back into that past
Of lies and guilty misspent youth,
Of misheard tongues and misspoke words,
Where I betrayed you for a passing friend
And heartfelt words of yours were taken not for truth,
But drowned in careless, poison whispers of the crowd
To suspend the notion in me that I had, in you,
Found a one who fit me like a slipper of glass upon the foot of Cinderella,
Whose yielding nature dulled the crooked edges of my soul
And for a time lit in me flames of joy for life and you,
And I remember, on your chest.
Firelight flickers fickle behind me, warm to the creases of my back
Like the creases of my hands curled in your hair, thick and dark and cool,
And I recall the bitter bile of absence caused by want,
Of wingéd words flown cautionless where caution must be heeded most,
The years away spent
LoverDawn but stirs, diaphanous and young.
A somnial hold leaves at but a touch,
Anticipation of a trouvaille thing,
Illecebrous and secret.
I look on you with agostopic wonder
Abound in glinting glaucous eyes,
And we begin our careful balter,
A dance in flesh, a song
To which only you and I know the words
And sing in susurrus voices,
An aubade of breaths and gasps and groans.
A sound in you like the brontide calling of a thunderstorm,
You fill my own lungs with air,
A ludic laugh of spirits nubivagant,
Euphonious in harmony with you.
I become your demense,
Entering into an easy nepenthe,
A little serendipity in your smile.
And this act is my quarencia,
The rhythm incalescent,
The frission in the skin.
StoneheartMy heart is the stone,
The bedrock, the cold cool
Crush of heavy earth weighing down beneath your feet.
You are the warm Summer rain
That spills and seeps into my heart,
The cracks that only you can find,
And on a Winter day
When you are gone and I grow cold,
Your water turns to ice
And breaks my heart apart.
QuietEverything’s fine now. I’m just waiting to nod off. It’s been a while since I’ve slept. Marius is in the room, watching the telly. He’s always been a good dog, always knows when something’s wrong. Not like that woman. Always one in every building, doesn’t know when to just leave well alone. She came knocking, all smiles and talk. Talk talk talk. She just didn’t take the hint
I only put a few in her tea. Sleeping pills don’t work on me, see, and I wanted her to be quiet. I thought, ‘She needs a good rest’, what with all that talking. I gave her a couple more than it says, but there’s no harm in an extra hour or two.
But Marius, he must’ve thought something was wrong. He starts barking, barking and barking. He just wouldn’t be quiet! And my head – all that noise – I just wanted to sleep, I’m so tired!
So, I made him be quiet. It made an awful mess, but he’s stopped now. I took his
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