My lord he stands before me, <br />Proud in sky clad cloth, <br />His skin the gold of summers water, <br />Hair dark as midnights breeze, <br />He reaches for my hand, <br />I take it firm in mine, <br />Closer I walk, <br />Bathing in warmth, <br />The warmth of his love, <br />I reach to kiss his perfect lips, <br />Kind and rich they beckon, <br />In the moment of that kiss, <br />That simple act impure, <br />In that moment, <br />Darkness rises, <br />Despair beyond my grasp, <br />My lord, My love, <br />Has changed before me, <br />Darker, Crueler, Harder, <br />His skin its lost its glow, <br />White now in winters embrace, <br />His hairs turned darker still, <br />In midnights dark domain, <br />But still his lips beckon, <br />Curled so cruel I flinch, <br />He pulls me close to him, <br />I can't escape, <br />Can't get away, <br />But, <br />I don't want to, <br />This cruel lord before me, <br />Captures me in grace, <br />I lust to make him warm, <br />And be frozen by his longing, <br />Lord, Lover, Captor, <br />I love every facet, <br />Yearning for his frozen embrace, <br />My lord, <br />My love, <br />My end.<br /><br />Holly Heron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lord-4/
