Graveyard Coffeehouse - "The Best Of My Worst Undead Poetry"

Posted:Jul 28, 2015 11:43 am Last Updated:Sep 4, 2015 8:36 pm 1984 Views

I Remember I remember when love was a four letter word Mysterious and deadly Wicked and wild Fraught with ecstasy and pain Deliverance and salvation when I whispered into her ear Holding her close within my arms I recall when love was magical and other worldly Taboo and forbidden When it had a power and a presence A majesty all it own There was a time when I could feel the omnipotence Of love in her kiss And eternity in her sigh Taste Heaven and Hell between her quivering thighs When I could see forever in her gaze There was a time when poetry flowed from her lips Like a fountain bleeding red wine and bold rhythms So intoxicating were her words That we danced when we spoke and flew to the stars When we made love in the darkness of a dream At night I stare at the lonely moon  Glowing blue white in its morose lament Keeping a vigil for what has gone Wondering what could have been Then I ponder in a silence That breaks my black  Twisted excuse for a heart In twain Where has the love gone? Where has the love gone?