Fearless Surrender: In the Spirit of Preternatural Love. {poetry}
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Reality to me is the dusk,
Prevalence in the shadows.
It is cloaking,
Grasping,
Discerning
In a world of darkness.
It is torment.
It is restraint;
The disturbing notion
That one must taste a normal
Subsistence,
An existence so mundane and
Unremarkable.
Yes, part of me scorns it —
The contrived,
The unnatural kismet —
And so loves being
Unbounded.
I can pretend —
I know you know what it is
To stand the test of time
As a creature sunken
In the darkness of your world,
Trying to understand
What is going on,
What it is we need,
Why we do this,
And what it is they expect us to do.
Ah, but, the beauty of the peaceful lull amid the
Trees just before sunrise
Lies in contrast with the hazy tumult of my
Self-inflicted tomb.
I have lived, and I have died.
Life, as I knew it, is over.
Still, I am happier than I have ever been.
I know love.
I know peace.
It is an unconditional love,
An eternal peace known by no other.
Fear of death is no longer.
Even with an imprisoned soul,
Your mind and heart can be free.
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
I could listen with the stillness of the ocean
Before daybreak
To the waves amid a blue-violet sky.
I could dance with flair and gaiety to the music
With a glow that illuminates me;
I have a power that lures,
Clutches
And holds.
Temptation is like the aching for sustenance.
Seduction is smooth,
Effortless.
One learns to employ everything,
To safeguard,
To control
And to conquer.
It is not fair to tell you this,
There before you…
Looking as you desire
With eyes to entice your soul.
I feel as if I am asking you for your heart,
Your soul,
Your breath,
Your life.
Attempting to ruin you for all others.
What I long to say,
I hesitate to say it.
There is the danger,
The allure…
As my hand reaches out to touch your face.
Can I hold you
And resist all temptation?
Can I ever set you free?
It is the old, I have to do this;
I don’t want to do this
Yet I must send you away.
To protect you is to leave you when I must,
To silence you when you probe,
To evade,
To elude.
I need a concoction —
An elixir to suppress every urge!
I can sense your presence,
Always,
Before I see you.
And I kiss the earth you swagger upon!
We can only be hurt if I love you.
It’s all been said before,
No doubt.
I might have said it all sooner,
Had I not been savoring every moment
Of getting to know you.
Wishing that carefree innocence never would
cease.
There is no one else I’d rather be —
Unless it were to love you.
You are all that I crave.
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Kyrian Lyndon is the author of Provenance of Bondage, the first book in her Deadly Veils series. She has also published two poetry collections, A Dark Rose Blooms, and Remnants of Severed Chains. Kyrian began writing short stories and fairy tales when she was just eight years old. In her adolescence, she moved on to poetry. At 16, while working as an editor for her high school newspaper, she wrote her first novel, and then completed two more novels at the ages of 19 and 25. Born and raised in Woodside, Queens, New York, Kyrian was the middle of three daughters born to immigrants — her father from Campochiaro, Italy; her mother from Havana, Cuba. She has worked primarily in executive-level administrative positions with major New York publishing companies. She resides on Long Island in New York.
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