I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul,

"Midst this dark and decay, we shall reign."

I raised you, my king, from that darkened grave,

Decomposing, rancid, and bloodstained.

But have no fear, my darling, for the rot that clings.

I am a witch of the finest making.

A necromancer's breath and a gamble with death

Will diminish your undertaking.

Now, restored, you are quite the sight to behold,

A monster of my finest creation.

"My Queen.."you whisper to my blackened heart.

For you, I embrace this damnation.

And I'll kiss your lips and whisper to your soul,

"Midst this dark and decay, we shall reign."

You are my abominable king of this putrid throne--

And, together, we shall rule the profane...

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul

Many moons ago that is all we needed to make us whole

But I no longer seek the luxuries of the corporal world

I am a raven that has the pleasure of choosing my bones

Crosses on a corrupt land and elevated by a jaded society

I watch through shrouded veils as they succumb to thievery

Malice and injustice will be their undoing

They say the dead can dance

How they delight at the burden of the living

They say dead men tell no tales

And these rumours serve me well

Because I am dead yet I live to tell

If I should so choose to speak

What truths would you seek?

Silver, and the offerings of peace?

Another kiss from the lips of a forbidden dream?

Steam?…

Perhaps…

But let’s speak of trust...

If I could trust

While I mix with vagabonds and pirates

And devour spirits that sing of fear

I could warm your bones on the breath of the deceased

And tell you tales spoke from the cackle and caw of ravens

As incoherent as fog in shadows

Where mutineers gain strength through fear

And talk of forbidden things with a mind so clear

Purest crystal glimmering in unclean ribcages of the lawless

Where threats bode more terror against the powerful

And they will bow to me

As their lies spill from the unclean loins of harlots

In the houses of ill repute removed from supernatural legacy

To the gutter where dogs of the flesh tear at the dead

But they will bow to me

Under the screams of ghosts

That scatter the seven seas and beyond

To crypts of ancient London

Where I quibble with the dead

The letters of justice ignored that I read

Transformed to ancient mutterings under my breath

As I burn devils until an empty hell is all that's left

For you and I…

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

- Inspired by the series T A B O O

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul;

I surrender my heart, I surrender control.

If I look in your eyes, will I see your intention?

Are there any more secrets I failed to mention?

Your words are like music, but I've heard this song;

It started out perfect, it ended all wrong.

I'm scared beyond words to hand you my heart;

The last time you I loved you, my world fell apart.

I'm skittish, I'm sketchy, there's no one I trust.

Loyalty gets lost when we're blinded by lust.

Back in your arms, like no time has passed.

These bonds are strong, they hold tight & fast.

I'm falling headlong in the loveliest dream;

Your blue eyes shine bright with the loveliest gleam.

I swore to myself I'd keep you at a distance;

Each time we touch weakens my resistance.

My resolve is shaky, it's starting to waiver;

You sound like redemption, will you be my savior?

You kissed my lips and whispered to my soul;

I promise to stay, babe, our love makes us whole.

Kissed your lips and whispered to your soul,

hearing weeping of the wind in melancholy moans.

Tortured by your absence, I taste fear of frosty lips,

numbness overcoming as I kiss your chilled memory,

inhaling and exhaling intimacy of what we had.

A final caressing breeze on nape of my neck, rests

between my sighs, stillness sleeps in deep slumber.

Remnants of flickering shadows expose lingering heart,

romance and passion carved lovingly into marble slab,

face of stone crumbling into blackness of tilled soil.

I close my eyes and kiss you a perfumed goodbye

walking with glassy stare on path of forlorn roses,

sunshine washed away by salted tears of closure

as I yearn for one more kiss until I share your realm.

Last night

Pressed together

Was our lips

Completing the fire within me

Burning and turning in my stomach

Finally my butterflies left

But roses started to root

They rooted deep within me

Something happened

I was paralyzed by your softness

But now i grow

Fast in the direction of you

Love has blossomed

Love has sparked

My eyes look drunk

Because you kissed me!

K.j.a. (c) 2016

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul "come, my love, it's time to go."

And as you lay on death's recline

I took your hand, so cold in mine.

Lying next to your diminished form

My body trembling,

keeping yours warm

Your rasping breaths came long and low

I said again,"it's time to go."

The poison stung just like knife

You were my love

You were my life

Our hearts together beat

Soft and sweet

And in the next life

Again we'll meet

‘I KISSED YOUR LIPS AND WHISPERED TO YOUR SOUL…’

I might shed a tear or two; But I understand the truth.

Never ever be guilty of what you did.

Cause each day I love you more for what you did.

I know that you are not supreme as God

But I also know of the fact that the

mystical and sacred energies you pour from your

telepathic soul into mine are Godly.

The separate roads you and I share

is the reason of my madness.

But that's another fact which reminds me of myself and tells me

how whole I am with or without you.

There is no reason to impose you on me

as you grow inside of me incessantly.

The way you resonates in me heals

my existence from the inside out.

The more your flames burn inside me,

the more they tell me that maybe it's more about me than you.

And perhaps that's the reason I don't

crave to intertwine our paths.

So here I stand on the verge of my sanity's insanity,

silently whispering to your soul that I accept you

for who you are, even if you don't accept me. 

i kissed your lips and whispered to your soul

of dooms and dragons deep

of seashores; long forgotten lores

times before time stood tall

of quiet trails of darkened doors

that fade now into light.

I kissed your lips and welcomed your soul

to deaths sweet tribal home

I kissed your lips, 

And whispered to your soul.

I waited to hear you,

I reached for you again,

But there was nothing there.

I took a step back,

I looked into your eyes,

And there was nothing there.

You blocked out my voice,

You just didn't want to listen,

Because there was nothing there.

So I left to find someone,

Who would whisper back.