Dreamcatcher

This thin, brown thing, capture's dreams.
It is believed to suck out the bad things,
this thing from another land,  a more native place.
Where legends float up,   like smoke, into the night sky.

It hangs above the beds,
as the sleeping form rests below.
Its round, woven shape;
brown yet thin in nature.
Tells the story of another time, another race.

It's web so intricate and alluring,
adorned with feathers and beads.
A symbol of unity, or is it a symbol of protection.
As nightmares pass out of the window,
disappearing with the day morning light.
I wonder, with thoughts pounding like beats, about this dreamcatcher of mine.

Sincerely Fay,

something inside

She's drowning in self-confidence,
the appeal clinging to her every curve.
He exudes pride,
every touch becomes a possessive trail.
They are wrapped in lust,
love can't dwell here, it is not wanted.
They exist within four walls,
their bodies mangled within each others, gripping, caressing...

Cravings spill beneath the doors, escaping through windows,
the lost control seeping through cracks of their beings.
Burning trails of ecstasy chasing away the linger of pain,
marking its path on their bodies like fine art.
Heat so intense, it melts away common sense, inviting instinct to take over.
Emotions in battle, fighting only to be held back by the body.
Tearing at their bodies to unleash it all...no love could live in these conditions.

This is not the matter of heart, nor common sense,
this is the shear exploding existence of the carnage, beauty, and instincts of something inside....


-Sincerely Fay,