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Poetry
By Gerard V. Schneyer III
BDSM to me
i'm standing before a precipice, staring into Infinity.
Looking down, i can see the vegetation growing on the cliff.
my toes hanging over the edge.
Her only contact with me is Her hand on my shoulder.
With that hand, She pushes me forward.
But not further then i can take before i fall.
This is Trust.
my heart is beating a thousand times.
The taste of adrenaline on my tongue.
Thoughts flying through my mind.
And i know, i know.
i Trust Her, to take me to the edge, but never beyond what i can take.
To never let me fall, and to pull me back when i need.
She Trusts me, to let Her take me to that edge, to put my faith in Her.
And to ask for more.
It's the way i feel.
I Weep For Her
A hard push.
A sting on my behind.
Air filling my lungs,
With my first breath
I weep for her.
Mother runs to me.
Past the toppled bike.
Rubbing my leg,
Holding me tight
She weeps for me.
Leaving for college.
On my own.
My own man.
But missing home.
I weep for her.
Graduation.
Start of a new life.
Full of pride.
No longer mother's little baby.
She weeps for me.
My first love.
Harsh words.
Broken trust.
Lonely night.
I weep for her.
Wedding day.
All in white.
Down the aisle.
Be mine tonight.
She weeps for me.
A hard push.
A sting on her behind.
Air filling her lungs,
With her first breath
We weep with her.
To Grasp The Moon
I look up to the night sky and I see her,
Just winking at me as she rises.
A sliver of mystery peeking through the mist.
I rise to her as she looms above,
Turning towards me.
Her radiance fills my heart
As it shines through my sorrow.
I reach for her touch,
Yet she is too far away.
My hands wrap around her,
Bringing her warmth to me.
I open my hands and find emptiness.
Not from the sky but from my own soul.
Too late, the tides change.
She looks at me no more.
I am left in the darkness.
Alone.
The Night Cries With Me
As I'm walking through the Night,
Peering through the murky light,
........I notice there's a Shadow from behind.
I look not back in soft denial
That I would be spared the trial
........Of things that I dare not wish to find.
But I feel his breath upon me.
So I walk faster only
........To hear a scream that could not possibly be mine.
It wasn't I who made the sound.
That awful noise came from all around,
........As though the Night itself had a mind.
My fears grew deep inside me
As his arms wrapped around me
........Touching me as though he was blind.
When he was finally through
He told me what to do
........As though his will was now mine.
He said if I told anyone
That he would be back for more fun
........And that I wasn't too hard for him to find.
He said he knew what to say,
That I wanted it anyway,
........That my looks drove him out of his mind.
Then he left with one sound,
Just one that came from all around,
........The sound of his laughter and the Night entwined.
When I finally got home
I only wished to be alone,
........Thinking solitude would soothe my troubled mind.
I only wish the gentle rains
Would wash away the act of Sin
........That has been far from left behind.
With each drop that falls
Upon my shattered halls
........I pray that would wash away the stain.
But with each sound I hear
Brings back the chilling fear
........That I was too easy for him to find.
Awake I must stay,
Because that's the only way
........That the Shadow will not come back from behind.
But I know the irony,
That the prisoner will never be him, but me,
........Locked forever from the world that was once mine.
Gerard V. Schneyer III
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