Bring Me Back

The perfect drizzle
defines the line between today and tomorrow
A morose specimen,
far too endearing to share with our peers
peers out of its receptacle;
a chill destroys its resolve
“if only pigs could fly,
then I’d get myself out of this darned mess.”
It thinks, unwillingly.

The home of a collector
is not to be taken lightly
on days where the sun’s power dwindles
and the comings of months of death
appear on the horizon.

One step at a time,
it creeps, occasionally lurching
towards a white cover of bliss.
Brought back to the silence
of a city’s breath drawn again
when a cloak of winter descends
leaving everything amiss.

At times, when the sea of stars seems
to lose itself in vastness of the night
I’ve often longed to hear crisp footsteps,
ones I’ve dreamt of ad-nauseam;
despite the harsh and cruel winter,
they echo the sound of my love’s path
finally finding its way back
into the warmth of my tender embrace.

Daddy’s Love

Eat me for breakfast

A light midday meal

An afternoon delight

A delectable dinner

A midnight hankering

Obediently ready, quick-witted little kitten.

Sit, kneel, lie, spread, swallow.

Quiet, still…

Yours once, twice, again, forever.

To have and to hold,

To finger and to fuck

Faithfully.

VERSION FRANÇAISE

Fais de moi ton déjeuner

Un petit encas à midi

Un délice d’après-midi

Un dîner délectable

Une envie de minuit

Obéissante à souhait, petite minette toujours prête.

Assis, à genoux, couché, écarte, avale.

Silence, immobile…

Tienne d’abord, ensuite, encore, toujours.

A avoir et à garder,

A doigter et à baiser

Fidèlement.

© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

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