The judging eye
Beneath the thin shift of my red silk nightgown,
the one with the handkerchief hem,
the one you gave me on my birthday
that landlord look high in your eye,
resides my skin, my nakedness.
Spaghetti straps bisect my dichotomy
chafing my shoulder like a peculiar midnight sunburn,
the surface of my skin pooling a smooth lie.
stacked between the sticky spiderwebs of my veins,
lies lay bundled.
I am a cracked and brittle terrain,
a testament to my own artfullness,
I conceal my flaws from the judging eye
with the clever glamour of gleams
and sheens bought with the coins and notes
I earn, then part with,
seduced by the wonders of marketing.
No matter the subcutaneous ache,
until I cannot conceal anymore
ravens come to pick the flesh from between the
spaces of my toes,
until I bleed right through,
I'll pose here prettily for you.
Her kisses stained the soft flesh of my shoulder
Like a midnight sunburn.
Oh, how it throbs with every quick flutter
Of my heart.
An romantic evening at the beach,
The waves softly caressing the shore like
A lover may shim her fingers quietly along
My sharp jaw.
Her touch so sweet,
It blinds my eyes with tears and chokes me
With the gentle care she shows.
Ah love...how it heals so many years
Of bitter woe.
Wildfire torched his soul
Two entwined together
in embers of devouring
sparks of want.
flaming midnight sunburn
lighting up naked bodies.
He lay with her
in scorching passion
and tongue caressing
Rising and falling
in smoky inferno
a haze of need.
Sea of flames
ardor and lust
explosion of fire
Thief in the Midnight Sun
Derek pushed the artifact across the table, weighing his client’s expression with feigned indifference. His client’s surprise was a tangible thing. That was a woman that rarely showed her emotions to the likes of Derek. It made this job all the sweeter.
“I must say, Mr. Cline, that I didn’t believe it was possible for anyone to acquire this for me, especially you. How did you pull it off?”
Derek tried not to smile, “I told you that I was the best thief there is.”
“Indeed.” She slid a case across the table and responded, “Here is what was agreed upon and a bonus...in case I need your services again. Perhaps one day, you will be more willing to divulge the tale of this acquisition.”
Derek boldly kissed her hand, because he felt like being bold, grabbed the case, not even bothering to see if she was being honest with her payment, nodded toward her as he rose, and offered her a simple, “Perhaps…”
Derek watched the man push the bottle filled with a liquid blacker than midnight across the table. He was not pleased.
“I said I needed something to truly make me the best thief there is! You bring me what? A bottle of ink? You expect me to pay you for this? I have the score of the century, I ask you to find me something to give me an edge and….this?”
“I do expect you to pay me for this, Mr. Cline. Be grateful I like you enough not to ask you for triple what I’ve asked. You are a great thief. This WILL make you the best one, once you drink it.”
“You better hope so, or I will be getting every penny back from you, one way or another.”
The man smiled, “Of that, I have no doubt, Mr. Cline. So, do we have a deal?”
Derek drank the liquid, thicker than ink. Felt it burn like an oak-aged whiskey as it went down. That was ice cold compared to when it filled every pore, every cell.
Don’t drink it in the light, and once you learn to use the gift of it, you need to avoid the light as much as possible.
Derek looked down and saw how his skin turned blacker than midnight. He laughed silently as he slithered from shadow to shadow with his new ability. His body could bend in impossible ways in the dark and the shadows. But the light, it burnt like a midnight sunburn. While shrouded in deepest black, the black absorbed the light, and the light did burn.
Stealing the artifact was easy. Avoiding the flashlights of the guards were the tricky part. Even when the light passed over Derek, all they saw was a shadow on the wall; all the while Derek gritting his teeth from the midnight sunburn the light caused. It was worth it though, for he now was truly the greatest thief in the world.
So many are afraid of the creatures that lurk in the shadows. The ones that only come out at night. But when day breaks and the soft blades of sunlight shine across the world, such fears seem to melt away, as if by the heat of the sun itself.
These people long to see the day. Long for the warmth of the sun to meet their skin again. I'm not afraid though. In fact, I think there is something so beautiful about the night. The way the disc moon lights the sky in an ever-changing saucer of white.
If I could only reach up towards the stars, I would, and peel each one back into my fingertips for keeping.
To see and feel the dark depths of night would be a dream. But nothing more than a dream. For I can never see or feel the coolness of day's slumber. Nor the bright specks that dazzle the dark sheeted skies. Never look upon the moon and admire how wondrously it changes. But there was one time...one time that my curiosity could not be contained...one time where my insides felt like they were pushing at the sides, like they would burst from the seams if I did not look.
It was barely a sliver, but it scorched through my body like fire, burning deep into my skin, as if I were made of paper. It licked across my face, closing my left eye for good.
I snapped the shutters back down, but I could feel the cracks, the bubbles beneath my fingers.
My face never healed. But that was not the only scar it left. There was a deeper one, one that had etched right across my heart. Now every time the sunsets and the quiet descends upon our world, I can feel the midnight sunburn upon my face, but I don't regret it. I don't fear it. I just remember the one time I looked upon the beautiful indigo sky.
Night and Day
There's a midnight sunburn,
from my time down south,
where you kissed me,
left your mark like a cottonmouth.
I've been bitten,
I've been hooked.
Caught in that moment,
when you didn't stop to look.
happened when I wasn't looking,
how'd I miss the smell,
of your animosity cooking.
You say we were a comet,
say you don't want to break up,
that's there's no alternative,
I blink off my makup.
I gave you a piece of my heart,
Tried to pack it in bubble wrap,
not let you know,
what small bones you could snap.
If what I said wasn't,
it's because it's easier,
to be blistering.
And we never started bickering,
because while you were loudly simmering,
I became small,
my shouts became whispering.
So I leave the building,
pride bent out shape,
because I asked if we could stay,
and I saw "no" on your face.
And I sit on the hill,
grass pricking my feet,
a daytime sunburn,
forming on my cheeks.
I don't know what to do I love him but my parents won't let us be together. I have to marry the Duke of Tosh; but he's an old man who's old enough to be my great grandfather! My friends all say I should feel honored that the great Duke has settled on me for his FOURTH bride but I just can't manage to feel anything more than disgust... but when I think on it I can see what my parents do... and i just don't know. I am a contradiction much like grans favorite saying when she's out to late; she's always getting "midnight sunburn". But I took the decision last night, which is why I am on the mail coach to Greta Green at this ungodly hour... James and I are eloping!!! Come what may our love can conquer all and as long as we are together I will always meet the dawn with a face splitting smile!
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Bathing in the yellow light of the
Big and Little Dipper,
I learned how to paint my toes
and tug down my dress zipper.
Between the reeds of cattail
with mud caking my hands,
I dug a hole of blackness in my
head and in the lands.
Mary held the toolkit
and Magdalene the mirror,
and when I wiped my breath from the glass
the reflection grew no clearer.
I spoiled slowly with the moon
as each sliver ate the next in turn,
and crumbled like dust in the dirt
a temple slashed by midnight sunburn.