slivering

searching

beaming down

flying thru the night

smelling the way

peering thru the darkness

 

following the scent

the trail

the beauty

 

to the castle

the forest

the deep ocean

 

the midnight skies

the moonlight guides

the sweetness leads

the thighs open

 

take her there

to that place

the cliffs alongside

beachfront horror

death below

orgasm above

 

She is there, He is there

take her apart

bite at the neck

knife to the hand

He cuts his, and cuts hers

trickle blood

down her spine

way down low

and around again

 

finger the blood

around her every curve

ice blood

warm to touch

animal heat

thickness

a meat

 

slowly push

take the dripping finger

up to her thigh

glide inwards,

in her inner thigh

 

smell the horror

the taste of shadows

the taste of angels

devils too

 

in he pushes

his finger

over and over

with blood boiling

hot; around

inner walls

tear the inside

heal the outside

the mind

 

push

deeper

feel her need

give her a want

take her head

on her knee

 

push

the seas below

the danger surrounds

the cuffed

the bound

the broken

 

red, black, silver

make a night

nighttime true

She is there, He is there

take her there...

 

Now answer this,...

 

Who is she?

Who is he?

And where is there?

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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