Spartacus

God on the arena

I’m only a slave in the crowd of the arena,
another mortal creature watching you fight.

I follow the shadow of dead on your skin,
the anger upon your divine face,
the sword creeping in a dangerous dance,
but I won’t let a tear out,
like every scared soul on the tribune.

God on the arena,
I will have faith in you when the blood rains on the sand,
when the blades kill with glowing spikes.
I won’t close my eyes in prayer
when the sun reflects on your shield.

Instead,
I will rise to greet the final combat,
knowing you will come a victor and
I will be the one to offer you a honey wine,
a kiss that will erase the trace of blood,
the wounds from knives and enemies.

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"Spartacus" by ladarkfemme on deviantart.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Pumpkin time

Pumpkin time

It’s pumpkin time and I’m still awake.
Maybe it’s the heat tonight,
the noise from cars driving fast
on the road not so far
or teenagers talking loud,
having small party in the back yard.
Crooked intuition doesn’t leave me
in soothing thoughts.
One hard slap and the truth is said
with voice that rocks.

It’s the forbidden scent of his
that I earlier inhaled.
It’s the starry feeling in my stomach
when he first spoke to me.
It’s the smile, tempting me,
inviting me in sin to disappear.

Ever since the sun went down,
leaving red trace on the sky,
I’m sitting on the sand,
looking at the distance drawing hope,
thinking of what trace
his words left inside of me.

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"On the beach, at night" on beachdo.com

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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