Into Night

Drink in her sunken, sullen eyes
And wash down the blue lips
That whisper sinister secrets
Through brittle teeth like
The shingles on old Mrs. Crow’s house

Partake of her immortal breast
Her hands outwardly wanting
Craving
Asking nothing more than
A replenishment for her giving
As she feeds and nurtures your wanton lust;
You are the child of her passing

She taunts
Your essence she cradles
Within her scintillating arms
As you choke at the forced feeding
A will to please taken to extremes
For her reward is unknown
To your understanding of pleasure

Her silken Moon has waxed
And a thousand hoods do reflect
The rising of a spirit awakening the night
And you are there
Drenched and writhing in blood;
Lust from her inner departure
Coursing through your veins;
The consecration of her body and blood
Into night


BACK