*A Redhead's Lament*
(c)2002, KLBauge
He moves around the room,
Fluid grace and sharp angles,
And I can hear it all,
His dreams, wants, needs, thoughts,
But most of all,
The feeling of lust building,
Borrowed blood rushing through dead veins,
Singing his desire to my heart,
My soul screams to be joined with the demon,
To be allowed to bask in the joy that is Him,
But one wicked glance,
One look of uncompromised...hatred,
From the Cali-Golden Girl,
From the Polished Librarian,
From the boy who holds the title of "Brother,"
And he is withdrawing into his shell,
The safety of wit and sarcasm dripping,
Rolling off him in waves,
Covering him in their blanket of comfort,
They crash against me,
Daring me to act,
But I eye the pages,
Dirty, musty, ancient pages,
And flip, turn, skim,
For the long lost feeling of security,
It's been missing for years,
Maybe he knows where it has gone.
(c)2002, KLBauge
He moves around the room,
Fluid grace and sharp angles,
And I can hear it all,
His dreams, wants, needs, thoughts,
But most of all,
The feeling of lust building,
Borrowed blood rushing through dead veins,
Singing his desire to my heart,
My soul screams to be joined with the demon,
To be allowed to bask in the joy that is Him,
But one wicked glance,
One look of uncompromised...hatred,
From the Cali-Golden Girl,
From the Polished Librarian,
From the boy who holds the title of "Brother,"
And he is withdrawing into his shell,
The safety of wit and sarcasm dripping,
Rolling off him in waves,
Covering him in their blanket of comfort,
They crash against me,
Daring me to act,
But I eye the pages,
Dirty, musty, ancient pages,
And flip, turn, skim,
For the long lost feeling of security,
It's been missing for years,
Maybe he knows where it has gone.