Monday, April 20, 2009

unsettling

emergency impulse
moonlight cascades
off twisted images
midnight glare of
memorized naked bodies
broken but
beautiful in the
incandescent way
graveyards unveil works
of great beauty
unkempt hidden treasure
above infested decay
and teardrop miracle grow
he stands in the corner
eyes gasping for air
sweat pours down his
face in tiny rushes of
dew drip droplets
the way people rush out
fake smiles
to greet him
no great surprise in the lounge
ragged collision of
moist flesh
to the heat of angry skin
aggravated passion
with strands
of hair
in clenched fists
rage and sentiment
brilliantly mixed
forbidden pleasure
resulting in so sad sort of
final sanity

1 comment:

Rondell said...

Sweet meats on a stick.
Gonna just taste a bit.
Going right to my tummy.
Damn that shit yummy.