allow me

bend your neck

curve toward the shadow

let me in

a penetration

sunken teeth

withdraw thy blood

 

allow me

to show you a way

a river shadow

a dark lover

be with the blackness

 

come toward the light

the light of grey

show me your beauty

the puncture I will create

 

let me suck out your blood

be a devil to the daughter

be a horror to your imagination

be real to thy flesh

 

I in black, you in black

lace and silk sheet tonight

candle burns

heat in overdrive

turn towards the mirror

and beware

no reflection in sight

 

an angel came down one day

he said

then again

a devil dug upwards

toward the sky

toward her inner thigh

 

suck and suck

the one in black

wings of glory

in all its fury

soar the skies

the midnight moons

then,

you might discover...

 

his drive

his shadow

his beneath-the-belt

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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