Desire

Black Mountains roam across the sky.
The moon hides its distant shore
in a bask of remembrance.
A man clothed in deep blue and gray
walks purposefully through the night.

Steel-eyed and gaunt,
his pale reflection stands a contrast
to his surroundings.
A shallow heart beat fills the air.
It’s a small but steady sound.

“It’s all right,” says the voice inside.
The hair raises quickly on the nap
of his sweaty neck.
An alley awaits open and wide.
The rap of the rats sings from the garbage cans.

The moon turns red and cries.
A cauldron fills the midnight air.
Each one swills through his hardened mind.
Down they pull and plunge,
their beauty and terror easily intermixed.

The bells strike twelve.
The wine-soaked songs bang the stranger’s mind
to an eerie silence.
One, dressed in black and lace,
approaches from the west way.

Her skin is white and smooth.
He longs to touch, to taste, to feel,
to drink upon her clear amore.
He reaches to embrace her.
His tongue aches for her nipple’s berry.

She seizes the moment in glory.
Fangs pressed upon his hollow neck,
he feeds her unquenchable desire.
The life flows freely from him to her
as she drinks heartily from his soul’s hot nectar.

She is satisfied, her spirit alive.
She continues her frolic
through the city’s town square.
The stranger lies motionless in the damp.
He will be found in the morning’s hot light.

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