Sleep Eternal

I want to sleep the sleep of the dead and
broken-hearted.
No dreams, no thoughts
no fantasies spun in gold.
I will not listen to the Bard’s tale
of love everlasting,
that is the making of
fairy tales.
Of Kings and Queens,
Princes and Paupers,
Princesses lost and found.
Of castles spun in the clouds
with dances that last all night long.
I want none of that.
What I want only Thanatos can provide.
A deeper sleep than the one
wrought by Morpheous.
Dreamless.
Lifeless.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Oct. 23/17

Final Good-bye

Every love song suddenly resonates

filling me with joy.

Every song of loss and despair 

fills me with melancholy.

I sit beneath the fat summer moon

watching the waves ebb and flow.

The stars above a glittering heaven,

and I no longer have any doubt.

My heart is no longer mine to control,

it has leapt from my chest to your hands.

Can you feel the hesitant beating?

Can you feel how fragile it is?

Juggle not with the heart that you hold

for it is the only one I have.

Too many times I have given out my trust

only to have it turn to ashes at my feet.

And when the time comes that you leave.

And you will leave.

They always do.

Promise me this:

Be kind to that heart that you hold.

Thrust deep and hard,

looking into my eyes,

when we say our final good-bye.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 22/17

 

Alone

This intricate dance we have.

Ten steps back for every one forward.

When it comes to our hearts,

to our fears.

You pull me close

whispering tenderness in my hair,

making my heart weep

for I know that this shall not last.

With certainty you will break before me.

Cold remorse and steel tears

as you tell me that it cannot be done;

that my shadows are too much.

You think that I know this not?

I have lived with these inky images

wrapped around my soul

for eternity without reprieve.

As you kneel before me,

my hands in your hair,

your weeping so soft

the barest of sound that I cannot hear.

The shadows have won.

For once more I am alone.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 21 2017

Broken Cupid

Feral eyes glittering

claws sharp and deadly

she stalks through the night.

Scavenger of broken dreams

looting and thieving what she wants,

lust and loss her domain.

Struggles all around her

ignored for blood thirst.

A revenge that sings to her soul,

calling to her night and day

pulling her forward into the game.

A game that has been in play for eons.

Poised and coiled deadly beauty

a serpent ready to strike.

She takes aim with fatal precision

and boldly strikes at your heart.

Her weapon of choice?

A barbed arrow.

Coated with not love and adoration

but bitterness and strife.

Her desire not to pleasure

but to destroy

for all the harm done to her.

Centuries have passed

and still she rides,

seeking, forever searching.

A broken cupid who has lost her reason,

her life,

and finally her sanity.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

October 21/17

Regrets

As I lay naked before you

I sense your reverence

in the whispering touch

of your fingers upon my skin.

Your eyes capture mine

not letting me look away

your mouth covers mine

leaving me breathless.

I try so hard to deny

the emotions I feel.

You banter and pull,

pushing down the walls I built

to protect my heart.

Tears well as I stare up at your face,

the connection so strong-

and I realize

no matter how hard I try

you have penetrated my mind,

my heart, my body and my soul.

I am yours today, tomorrow and always.

My love in your care

please do not make me regret.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 20/17

Missed Chances

Pleasure fragranced with vanilla kisses

sun touched dappled skin.

Two figures wrapped in summer’s embrace

beneath a waxing moon;

gentle touches

and whispered promises.

Castles spun from sugared dreams

dances played across crystal floors

nestled within arms of steel

and hearts found forever more.

Pink hued romance

of a fairy tale once told.

Handsome Kings and

winsome Queens,

play with nuance

a subtle game of hearts

and thrones.

Love can be found 

in niches not seen

but stolen kisses

and hidden misses

a love story make.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 18/17

Fragile Chrysalid

I am caught

between hopeful dreams

and bruising reality.

I weave a web of gossamer

light and fragile

delight and wonder

as I breath deeply of love.

I fall beneath the riptide

my breath sucked from my lungs

my eyes widening in desperation

as I lose the hope I held close.

This love

will it be my heaven or my hell?

Will finding the pieces of my heart again

and handing them to you;

be a comfort

or a cold regret?

My heart.

Fragile chrysalid

bound by your tender words.

Do not undo

the braided strands

for I cannot endure

not without you as my light.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 17/17