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Broken Lily
* Inspired by "violets in repose." by the very talented Crimson ... may you forever feel the warmth of the sun my dear poetess
A soft knock, carried in by the wind, reached his doorstep...head bowed, eyes cast downward, broken and battered, she appeared … One lone lily in the field, stark white shining.
Petals torn and tattered by winter's frost...a blanket of darkness her only cover. He looked with disbelief and wonder. Bewildered that someone would trample such a delicate flower.
With strong open hands, he gently lifted her from the ground, and carried her to a window,
to bask in the sunlight ... he held her to his chest, as the warm rays touched her.
Soon, a soft rain began to fall.
He opened her mouth so she could drink from the spring rain
Deep rooted and strong she emerged
The scent of fresh linen rising through sanguineous musk
Lifting her once again … her petals now soft and firm … no longer threadbare and broken ... he held her tight, and in that moment she knew…
In his hands
she would be protected from
the storm.
~Wicked
A soft knock, carried in by the wind, reached his doorstep...head bowed, eyes cast downward, broken and battered, she appeared … One lone lily in the field, stark white shining.
Petals torn and tattered by winter's frost...a blanket of darkness her only cover. He looked with disbelief and wonder. Bewildered that someone would trample such a delicate flower.
With strong open hands, he gently lifted her from the ground, and carried her to a window,
to bask in the sunlight ... he held her to his chest, as the warm rays touched her.
Soon, a soft rain began to fall.
He opened her mouth so she could drink from the spring rain
Deep rooted and strong she emerged
The scent of fresh linen rising through sanguineous musk
Lifting her once again … her petals now soft and firm … no longer threadbare and broken ... he held her tight, and in that moment she knew…
In his hands
she would be protected from
the storm.
~Wicked
Published 28th Dec 2017
| Edited 29th Dec 2017
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28th Dec 2017 2:06pm
dearest Wicked One i'm so moved
by your tender nature
you reached in & touched my heart
warming me completely..
"He held her tight, and in that moment she knew…
In his hands
she would be protected from the storm."
so beautifully loving I know the lovely flowers you tend
would always be cherished & nurtured..
love Crim
by your tender nature
you reached in & touched my heart
warming me completely..
"He held her tight, and in that moment she knew…
In his hands
she would be protected from the storm."
so beautifully loving I know the lovely flowers you tend
would always be cherished & nurtured..
love Crim
29th Dec 2017 9:10am
Thank you for your kind words my dear poetess.
Your visits are alway appreciated
~Wicked
Your visits are alway appreciated
~Wicked
3rd Jan 2018 7:42pm
This poem may well always be my favorite. May all broken lillies find healing in such gentle hands.
28th Oct 2022 5:59am
It was mine as well, S. Ever since it was written for and about me in 2013. Once again we seem to share ... entirely too much.
3rd Jan 2018 7:54pm
His intro notwithstanding, this was written for me, about me, years before its posting here (in 2013) ... when our love was shiny and new, when I first came to you and you wiped away my tears asking, "Who did this to you?" Six magical years we shared ... of love, laughter, tears and joys of REAL life and loving. Dom/sub ... Master and slave, Sadist/masochist, friends and lovers, and a surprise to us both, Daddy and his beloved babygirl. Many of the poems posted here were mine/ours. We laughed, loved and burned SO hot. Until divisive interlopers, both real and cyber, did damage irreparable.
With you now gone, these are mostly what I have left to remember the blinding love we once shared, the embers that burned so long and hot, inspiring so many of your amazing posts. Unending nights of passion heretofore unimagined ... the words posted though sensational, unable to capture the true depth and dazzle of what was "us" IRL.
I miss you so, my Sinful Sir, Wicked One, Wicked Master, Absinthe, Apollo, etc. I read ... and remember ... each moment, scene, day, touch, kiss ... shedding tears for each day you've been gone, both from us and this world.
I will never, ever forget what we shared, what we were. Thank you for picking up this broken lily from your doorstep, nursing her back to health, feeding her with your special nectar, branding her yours, heart, body and soul. I loved seeing myself through your eyes and will try to remember that when I'm lost. Like you always said: when I'm in trouble, just look inside and I'll find you, I'll find home. I loved you as you loved me ... no matter the misguided assumptions of our unraveling. (At least now you'll know for sure how wrong those were. It was always you and only you.) And part of me always will. (And as much as it hurt, I'm glad you found real life love after us, as well.)
Rest peacefully in the arms of the angels (though you refused to believe, ever my Wicked One-- good thing i got you to go to mass on occasion!) ... with no more pain and torture. I'll see you again and until then, I miss you so my friend, my love and lover, my Sir, my Master, my Daddy ... my Dean. *kiss
Ever,
Your kitten
With you now gone, these are mostly what I have left to remember the blinding love we once shared, the embers that burned so long and hot, inspiring so many of your amazing posts. Unending nights of passion heretofore unimagined ... the words posted though sensational, unable to capture the true depth and dazzle of what was "us" IRL.
I miss you so, my Sinful Sir, Wicked One, Wicked Master, Absinthe, Apollo, etc. I read ... and remember ... each moment, scene, day, touch, kiss ... shedding tears for each day you've been gone, both from us and this world.
I will never, ever forget what we shared, what we were. Thank you for picking up this broken lily from your doorstep, nursing her back to health, feeding her with your special nectar, branding her yours, heart, body and soul. I loved seeing myself through your eyes and will try to remember that when I'm lost. Like you always said: when I'm in trouble, just look inside and I'll find you, I'll find home. I loved you as you loved me ... no matter the misguided assumptions of our unraveling. (At least now you'll know for sure how wrong those were. It was always you and only you.) And part of me always will. (And as much as it hurt, I'm glad you found real life love after us, as well.)
Rest peacefully in the arms of the angels (though you refused to believe, ever my Wicked One-- good thing i got you to go to mass on occasion!) ... with no more pain and torture. I'll see you again and until then, I miss you so my friend, my love and lover, my Sir, my Master, my Daddy ... my Dean. *kiss
Ever,
Your kitten
