I’m weary waking,
cold and shaking.
No dreams or wishes
nor morning kisses.

But he was more than just a man,
bridging paths ‘tween heaven and earth,
and was regarded as so wise
that Gods and men envied his worth.

– used this post as a prompt, good stuff.

I am of two minds:
one sunshine and one shadow,
the demon and the noble god,
the fertile and the fallow.

Their bitter, criticizing words
swung down like clubs and crops and swords
until the blows and cuts and stings
left tatters of what once were wings.

Crimson kisses
for sultry lips,
eager promises
from curving hips.

Sweetest sin
in your caress,
let us begin:
slip off your dress.

This zealous zephyr,
this pleasant breeze
lifts me up
puts me at ease.

The way she filled that dress
was a subtle, sweet caress
and she danced and she moved
like she had nothing to prove.