Cower, a thousand times, cower and let
the monstrous unknown win over your
trust and honor. Easy dreams belong
where they cannot be stolen or grown
weary.
Restless, so, gone goes the licked ear
of the lover’s caress and once
unbroken thoughts remain un-mended. Burning
eyes and lids, unclosed, wide without
trust.
Lust of the highest order, grinding
hips and thrusting mind between
quaking sheets. Tousled hair and hopes
sweat under the cool wet, heavy
rain.
Sigh of pain, satisfying misery bounding from
bedpost to desk and back, fading
down. Water vision and lost lost lost
glancing back to the darkness and
blink.