Stranded

She has rejected, me infinite times. But it falls upon deafness.

My love is scaly with rust, and tarnished past repair. It is still strong as the instant of our first embrace.

I am helpless, for it is within her chilled edifice alone where I breathe.

Unable to depart, unable to refuse, weakened to my inner soul.

Strength enough only to await her next command. My heart knows it will never be uttered.

The red early December moon avows a frigid rain as it floods my deepest desires.

The final breeze passes it's mark, and not a single ember remains.

Stranded in the embrace and memories of love denied.

-Johnny V.

Broken Dreams

I take no joy as the sun peeks above the horizon, as it begins its daily walk.

Slowly it crosses the dry barren oasis once portrayed as my heart.

Her love storm appeared falsely, posing as a quiet gentle rain.

The sweet scent of lilacs and roses, her bitter temptation.

She turns and steps away as cold envelopes my very being.

The memory of warmth is as distant as the final star.

There is not a stir from the brutal deadly hounds guarding his lair, for they have memorized my scent.

I have exhausted long futile hours here, desperate for Lucifer's council begging to understand her needs.

But alas he is powerless to reach her way-ward soul, she is alone in her moral stance.

I am left to caress my lonely and shattered dreams of what never could have been.

-Johnny V.

Destruction

The first moment my eyes spied her I knew I was changed forever.

My love for her was unstoppable, my desire unbound.

Matched solely by the ache she would bestow.

This can only end in destruction, but I cannot walk away.

I'm forever her vassal,
her strength feeds upon my weakened flesh.

I've built her altar from the scars of a thousand lonely nights.

But still her rejection weighs on my spirit, like rumors of bad weather.

-Johnny V.

Her Striking Beauty

Her beauty has captured the souls of one and all.

Upon the moment of the initial assignation, they are forever changed.

The first touch and they cannot escape her powerful spell.

Never will I forget that first innocent glance. That primary yet fleeting embrace.

Her brown spiraled locks tumble gracefully upon her shoulders.

Her voice as soft as a silk handkerchief dropped to a newly waxed hardwood floor

Deep green eyes drink me in, but like the deceitful sea they will soon lead me to my demise.

She is quite skilled at using her beauty for her uninterrupted power.

-Johnny V.

Aspiration

The angels smile wanly at how gently I'm led astray.

The joy she improves from my pain is matched only by the pleasure I collect from her counterfeit love.

I plead for release but it's not granted.

She keeps me close, knowing that my loyalty may be sustained solely by her false promise.

She discerns that her every wish her unquenchable desire will be fully admitted.

She need only entice me with fanciful hope.

Hope not for what is given but for what is denied.

She will conceed me any longing, every compulsion, save one.

Never will she avow that single and perfect aspiration to touch her softness, to hold just for a moment her tenderness.

-Johnny V.

Her Stance

Her wide grin often holds back a troubled spirit.

Her courage is understood by a minute few.

Yet her fear is wider than the open sky.

But to surrender her eclispe would insult those to follow.

So she stands her place and allows nobody inside her regard.

-Johnny V.

Disguised

Her rejection cuts deeper than the surgeon's blade.

The swelling heart heals long before the injured soul.

The hidden scars much deeper in offense than those in the public sight.

Her unwillingness to understand the damage she has bestowed renders it both addictive and bitter sweet.

Quickly she ripens into a stranger's form, thus her rejection complete.

A noble guise indeed, but never shielded to my gaze.

My strength diminishing her manus cleaned she progresses beyond my clutch.

-Johnny V.

Cruelty

Her tender eyes and warm smile exist only to mask her cruel nature.

Her skill to turn her back and never look again is often a distinction, rarely a torment.

She is forgetful of the endless litter of mangled souls from her past.

I am helplessly drawn deep into her fold. I go eagerly without hesitation.

The anguish which awaits me had yet to penetrate my sanity. I endow her with my complete ipseity.

Her admiration for it is counterfeit, she hold it fast to her breast. I am dominated by her warmth.

Salvation is within in my perception, but she is deliberate to keep it just out of my grasp.

For should I escape even slightly unscathed would deeply deminish her pleasure.

-Johnny V.

Untitled

I long for the hope of a new day. But without fail the bedeviled sun sets plunging darkness upon me.

Her tender beauty is but the sole light in the pitch.

Her softness closes in and mocks my ignorant heart.

For she is blind to the endless strewn of wasted souls left in her wake.

I am one more captured spirit in her satchel of despair.

She arrives adorned in yesterday's mislaid memories. Yet her beauty is only enhanced.

She consumes my lonely passions, her smirk salient to all eyes but my own.

She will gladly feed on my bitter tears.

Her hunger complete, she maneuvers forward to her next wretched being.

-Johnny V.

Burns or Cuts

I have spent time balanced on the fringe of sanity.

Holding both fire and shank, confused between cuts and burns.

My heart beats for her luxury alone.

She draws closer, her warm sweet breath haunting my yet undreamt dreams.

She snatches away my poise and sufficiency. They rattle like false coins.

My future is damaged step by step as she strolls away.

Taking with her my deepest desires leaving my quality tear-filled and bloody.

-Johnny V.