For you

I crave, hunger, desire
With an unquenchable thirst
For your touch
For your love and gaze
Your gentle worlds and soft kisses
Your pale hands and curly hair and soft doe eyes
It eats at me, this want
This want destroys me day by day
Every time I fall asleep alone, and not by your side
I die more and more 
Its only a matter of time
Before there is nothing left to kill.

Reminds me

trebemot:

These old songs I hear everyday
And every other snowfall I see
I hear your words clear,
Like you had just exclaimed them again
The places you won’t be this time around
The chair to my left will hold someone different
Sitting across from me, in the library
Open text books and notebooks and coffee
The bar stool to my right
Won’t be your throne for the night
All these things and more
Remind me of how you’ll be gone

Reminds me

These old songs I hear everyday
And every other snowfall I see
I hear your words clear,
Like you had just exclaimed them again
The places you won’t be this time around
The chair to my left will hold someone different
Sitting across from me, in the library
Open text books and notebooks and coffee
The bar stool to my right
Won’t be your throne for the night
All these things and more
Remind me of how you’ll be gone

Ball and chain

I hang from church steeples
From chains made of memories
False and real
Painful and all too beautiful

I sit and ponder
At the edges of iron wrought bridges 
With the weight of my heavy heart 
Bounded to my broken ankle

I drag my heart to and fro
The heaviest of ball and chains
The links made by all my past lovers
Wrought in pain and love and lust

Bend, OR

trebemot:

As I lie here on my bed
As I drink my self to sleep
for the third straight week in a row
I hope I dream of the place
That you have always called home
That maybe I might walk it’s streets
and see that house of yours
In a way you never told me
Because I never asked before
And maybe I see all the places
I wish I could of been
To see you there at times of need 
And offer all I am

I drink myself to sleep
Because only in these drunken sleeps
Do I see the place you called home
My mind grants me no passage 
The toll of my sanity must be payed
for me to visit the place of birth
of my heaviest weight to bare
Of my highest hope to reach
of my source of constant
Inspiration and pain
I dream of a place
They call Bend, Oregon 

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Pagan Love

trebemot:

I am a man of the earth
You are a woman of the stars
of burnt out galaxies and lonely nights 
Dead stars fleck you body
Against your pale moon skin
The oceans lie in your eyes
The sunset in you hair
You are otherworldly and I am unworthy  
And yet you stay and play
Our little pagan games
Our little mortal games
Out in the forest they find us
With my hand in yours
And flowers in your hair
They watch in awe as a
mortal courts a goddess

And we howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

I am a man of the north
You are a woman of the south
Of summer nights and autumn days 
Ash speckles your fair frame
Against your star kissed limbs
The midday sky lies in your eyes
and the red river rock colors you hair
You are everything and I am nothing
And yet here you are
You and me, here and now
Past and future put on hold for the present
Time stand stills as 
This perfect visage plays in my head

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

The howls echo in my head
as the shadows play across my face
The smell of the underbrush fills me
Laced with the scent of you
Into the grove we run 
Chasing our love and fleeing our fear
I dare not look behind
Nor do I look ahead
My eyes remain on your figure
For as long as they trace you
I have found eternity 
replaying this constant scene

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

(via trebemot)

Pagan Love

trebemot:

I am a man of the earth
You are a woman of the stars
of burnt out galaxies and lonely nights 
Dead stars fleck you body
Against your pale moon skin
The oceans lie in your eyes
The sunset in you hair
You are otherworldly and I am unworthy  
And yet you stay and play
Our little pagan games
Our little mortal games
Out in the forest they find us
With my hand in yours
And flowers in your hair
They watch in awe as a
mortal courts a goddess

And we howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

I am a man of the north
You are a woman of the south
Of summer nights and autumn days 
Ash speckles your fair frame
Against your star kissed limbs
The midday sky lies in your eyes
and the red river rock colors you hair
You are everything and I am nothing
And yet here you are
You and me, here and now
Past and future put on hold for the present
Time stand stills as 
This perfect visage plays in my head

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

The howls echo in my head
as the shadows play across my face
The smell of the underbrush fills me
Laced with the scent of you
Into the grove we run 
Chasing our love and fleeing our fear
I dare not look behind
Nor do I look ahead
My eyes remain on your figure
For as long as they trace you
I have found eternity 
replaying this constant scene

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

(via trebemot)

Pagan Love

trebemot:

I am a man of the earth
You are a woman of the stars
of burnt out galaxies and lonely nights 
Dead stars fleck you body
Against your pale moon skin
The oceans lie in your eyes
The sunset in you hair
You are otherworldly and I am unworthy  
And yet you stay and play
Our little pagan games
Our little mortal games
Out in the forest they find us
With my hand in yours
And flowers in your hair
They watch in awe as a
mortal courts a goddess

And we howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

I am a man of the north
You are a woman of the south
Of summer nights and autumn days 
Ash speckles your fair frame
Against your star kissed limbs
The midday sky lies in your eyes
and the red river rock colors you hair
You are everything and I am nothing
And yet here you are
You and me, here and now
Past and future put on hold for the present
Time stand stills as 
This perfect visage plays in my head

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

The howls echo in my head
as the shadows play across my face
The smell of the underbrush fills me
Laced with the scent of you
Into the grove we run 
Chasing our love and fleeing our fear
I dare not look behind
Nor do I look ahead
My eyes remain on your figure
For as long as they trace you
I have found eternity 
replaying this constant scene

We howl like wolves
As we run with the deer
Through the long lost grove
And my heart will soar
Like the sparrow up above 
And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive 

And this pagan love
Is keeping me alive