Vow

I won't let the days or nights slip away
Without you knowing how good you make me feel
I won't let fascination spiral dive
My secret wink will lift your smile
A little mystery keeps passion real

But I won't suffocate your life
And you won't hear lament for change
Just as you are, just as I am
Higher and stronger, while some crash estranged

Be my home, be my haven
Vow, my heart, my flesh, my soul
You are the one to arouse what's weak
And vulnerable love is unique
Yet unafraid to lose control

I won't dismay with your extremities
Take me into the sublime and Hellbent
I won't damn turns or toy with threats to leave
I am addicted to your rush
You can trust that my crave is sweet torment

But I won't stone-cold ground your dreams
You won't dread a moment awake
Just as you are, just as I am
No regrets, no emptiness, no forsake

Be my home, be my haven
Vow, my heart, my flesh, my mind
You are the one that's shelter from pain
I am the one to burn through your veins
Faith and fire, consumed, entwined

Deeper and higher
Fate and fire
Deeper and higher

(c) Kay Irvin

Snare

Your warm charms so hold
Such spells are a snare
Your tells so unfold
Damned is my despair
The days turned to weeks
The weeks burned out fast
Your words flamed for keeps
Your lies snuffed its cast

There's no reason nor a rhyme
I was with you and alone
He will have to sleep sometime
And I thought ... loveless is sewn

Your weave lacks real will
Your actions fake real try
Fire teases fill
Frost is slow goodbye
Snare of ever heart
You sure cool down quick
Sweetly strings your part
Bitter stings true prick

There's no reason nor a rhyme
Stoic was mood, cold as stone
He will have to sleep sometime
And I thought ... fate is my own

(c) Kay Irvin

Rust Never Bleeds

All possible care purely concedes
Still rough are his words
Rust never bleeds
A smile teases reach, hinting need
But hard is his tone
Rust never bleeds

The cruel attraction, I always plead
My heart is a feast, his hunger feeds
He pushes embrace but pulls to be freed
He lies ... bittersweet
Rust never bleeds

He strolls the corridors of my mind
Among darkly slants his steps confine
Crushing dead flowers, embedding more seeds
He raises a brow, a stem stabs its reed

I challenge the reason bound in his creed
and stand in the numb, his voice leads
Love must be felt
Rust never bleeds

(c) Kay Irvin

Cobweb

Silver
Thread
Arms
Sleek
Sensitive
Tempting
Interlacing my throbbing heart
And
Your face
Celebrating
Then
Scattering
As I
Untangle

(c) Kay Irvin

Cinnamon

Want and need is a kiss
For you and no other
Cinnamon
And trembling, warm blood

Gossamer, shivering touch
Feel electricity
Push and pull
Spidering every vein

Cold, cruel, lonely fears
Fade, now, with covet
Reckon is here
Sure kindred, pure destiny

Want and need is a kiss
For you and no other
Hot blooded
Raw, real, awake, alive

Air-spun, endearing whisper
Flow with take and rush
Blush-hungry crave
Taste sweet, eternal love

(c) Kay Irvin

Black Candle Night

Black candle night, reflecting fire
Beckoning lives the looking glass
The willing pose, souls transpire
Curious stares chant for your cast

The witching hour melts the wicks
Imagining your direction
Your riddled presence softly pricks
A blood rose, darkly connection

More ... your green, rocking eyes
More ... your crimson hair flies
Rise this black candle night

Peculiar lair
Emerald windows
Someone taps
Someone calls
A Westerly wind carries a song
Dedicated to you
Whispering Mary

Challenging all that is shady
With pale flesh and tresses alight
What is the way of it, lady ...
On this spellbound black candle night?

(c) Kay Irvin

Diamond Dust

You're not so far away
That I can't reach and grasp
With invisible hands
I filter through your mind
Lifting, separating
Diamond dust feelings
Spark-soaked
Radiant thoughts
My fingers drenched with light
Consuming my body
With brightness I feel you
Crushed crystalline rapture

(c) Kay Irvin

Carpathia

Carriages knock atop the cobblestone
Mist rouses and horse manes wave like banners
The coach riders know I journey alone
They peer, passing gothic statues and lanterns
And as melodic hooves march on their way
The dark speaks, befallen starless display,
"Come home, Carpathia ... stay
This night, Carpathia ... stay."

Black horizons drape the October field
Streets are mazes where the candlelight shies
Shutters slumber closed and doorways are chilled
Where night birds perch, rocking prophetic eyes
And as the birds take flight to find the moon
He calls from lost depths of the darkly noon,
"Come home, Carpathia ... soon
This night, Carpathia ... soon."

(c) Kay Irvin