SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: I Believed You

Jealousy, you wily stalker

disappearing, reappearing

Imposing yourself upon my soul.

Uninvited, unwanted

You preyed upon my averse desire,

my perverse appetite

for your cunning bounty.

You spoke of truths that were untrue.

I believed you, your quarry

I'm sorry, darling.

**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Red Carpet, I Believed You, A Mystery, Dim the Light

RED CARPET

Celebrate her pasts, todays, tomorrows.
Arm and arm, singing...
Of the woman as she was, is, and
will be.


I BELIEVED YOU

Jealousy, you wily stalker,
Disappearing, reappearing,
Imposing yourself upon my soul.

Uninvited, unwanted,
You preyed upon my averse desire,
My perverse appetite,
For your cunning bounty.

You spoke of truths that were untrue.
I believed you, your quarry.
I'm sorry, darling.


A MYSTERY

Tis elementary.
A mystery envelops a sensory liason
of emotion and reason.

Clues abound, rally round,
Two lovers found guilty
of passional frenzy.


DIM THE LIGHT

Don't expose the pain.
Broken dreams take flight
in search of new domain.

Through settling smoke,
shadows loom.
Dancing, gloating,
mocking our doom.

Passionate, golden rings
snuffed by scarred, frightened fingers,
Promised a lifetime of desire
to two wanton strangers.

**Written by petra michelle**

http://ifreelance.com/pro/43547