The Silhouette...

Under the moonlit sky,
I look at you n into your eyes..
They allure me towards you
And i know its not just my mind..

I feel the passion
Rekindling the desire
To feel you again
N savour your soul...

I crawl near n pull you close
You arch back
With that vicious smile
Just to tease me more...

I taste your lips
N can feel the lust
Steadily burning the fire
To quench my thirst...

You sway to my rhythm
The moment reaching our core,
N in this sacred union
You make my being whole...

The night lingers to an end
But leaves no trace behind
Of how our sensuous bodies
Had interwined...

-Eon Heath






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Why am I so confused
with what I think
I refuse to believe
In those sweet nothings…
I walk looking for
Empty streets…
Often ending up
At the place we meet…

Am still to forget
The ways of your smile
And I cant give up
Treating myself unkind…

The look of your eyes
Tell me you are still mine
And its just not wise
To let someone reside…

This transition of my life
Is something
I cant stand this time…
Wake me up
Or let me sleep
I wanna get better
than just memories……
I say, should I give up
Or should I fight
Keep on dreaming
Of you each night…


- Eon Heath

i cant really say what provoked me to write this...it had something to do with a conversation with a fellow blogger and a little bit of the draught going on..
;-)
jokes apart, there are moments that question the foundation of your belief, your faith...tried to capture on such moment for me...



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Take a stroll
down the street,
It runs through
a few memories...

talk to a stranger
at some random spot,
his words would remind you
of my thoughts...

just linger along
in those emptiness,
you'll find yourself
aching for my presence...

but life aint
some gypsies' wonderball,
it shows no future
just lurks in the past....


-Eon Heath



Img courtesy - Google

The chain of thoughts,
Often digs up the past…
Reminds me of the days,
Of the deeds and words
That were left halfway…

The nights are filled,
With my shattered dreams…
Revelling in my eyes,
Is the numbness of this pain
Memoirs of the crimson stream…

I shouldn’t have tried
Slaying these monsters
Of the bay…
In their vicious smile,
Is where my happiness lay…


-Eon Heath


p.s.- No nothings for why this post is here...it is long due...an acceptence to myself.
:)


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