dark mistress of the underworld


screaming as many profanities as the english language can offer, she slips on a seamless black
gown and further taunts me with her shape.  sexual angles splendor themselves over her seductive
thighs, splashed in velvet and suckled by few, i’d share these million thoughts of lonely wants if
only the night weren’t so secretive.  telephone wires disconnect us.  i want it to be naked,
passionate, smooth like jet fuel, the words flowing akin to the blood between both our lips.  she
has yet to notice.  all i ask for is a way to love her, but this is no time for tenderness, i’ve
got a revolver aimed at my chest while the shockwaves of her unceasing tirade batter this heavy
circle of ribs, leaving me defenseless.  is she from the heaven below, this angelic sorceress who
enchants me with her tongue, a pleasure no less delightful than to hear her voice glide softly
through my ears, and have i sinned my soul by offering her a portion of my flesh?  even so, when
all i am to receive as recompense may be a weathered onyx stone that was once a throbbing organ.
to where is lost my beloved, she of the midnight winds whose aura hath drowned me in rapture
(and do pardon my Shakespeare), the holiest of pulchritudes inscribed, seldom against my will,
like poetry into two tattered eyes, the blindness of which i find so utterly intuitive.  i rip off
my clothes for you, she says, the pointed finger wielded like a handgun, waving in several
directions.  i fuck you with every streak of filth on this human cloth, every last bittersweet
morsel of sweat that moistens my inner thigh, every strain of virus that swarms with my love.
she screams like the demons of the apocalypse, with a shrill so high and heavy that it makes my
stomach churn.  from behind a black gown in a black room with black windows looking out into a
black night with black stars behind a black moon, for which white death awaits, i peek over her
shoulder to watch the horizon shimmer, lost in the depth of tomorrow’s utterly charming
composure.  she still sings to me with those blasphemous and harrowing thoughts, but i know that
once the dawn is here, the dress will slink down past those voluptuous breasts, crescent hips
and imaginative legs, and the echoes of this evil nightmare will slowly slip away with it.
where are you, my kitten, show me the love i adorned you with, swallow the pill and guide me
out of this ghastly kaleidoscope dashed by black crystals.  i’ve been waiting for this ever
since the day i awoke to find you draped over me like a cadaver.




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