Reunion.
Wish
was with whom
less
tension.
Window
side of the bed.
Sleep when they’re weak.
Melancholy
wash over
the
next and next town.
She move like
solemn
coming.
Social
setting watch the door.
Many
a well meaning Villain.
He’s
in her head.
They’re
spinning wild.
“Dancing,”
he says.
They
kiss long.
He
go for her neck.
She
collapse in her apartment.
She
is alone.
She
wake screaming.
She
can barely walk.
No
equilibrium.
A
fever come on.
Incredible
hunger.
First
taste blood she vomit.
The
last night is last time.
You are in a word Penultimate.
Kiss and touching.
Gradual death.
Intense, given the nights course.
Bed and a fond.
Before and aft.
Master of none.
The Actors sans wear.
Profane.
Cast yours
the Nethereal.
I am the
Guidance directly.
Bullard its weight.
In good time
a small world.
Your last, first.
What you have.
It's just me and shadows
on the highway
to find direction out
of this heartbreak town.
It's like I see your reflection
in the rearview mirror.
Turn the radio off the sad songs.
They know it's been wrong.
You're stranger to me now.
Mother says stay
away from strangers.
So I've nothing for you.
Life is full of danger.
Beware of fools.
Fall apart for all to see.
Every face concern and pity.
I see no light. Life.
"No passing," signs
around misery.
Save a man from himself.
Who'd cleave himself and manhood
to the hem of your frock.
Save a man by pointing out his wealth.
Knowing you,
a man cannot help himself.
You'd tell he must watch his speech.
Cannot deny reach.
Come aboard where borders are tenuous.
Bodies vessel mahogany flesh
in the name love.
Pleasant evident.
The rains.
Petals.
Progress.
Curved path.
Pebble and sand.
First kiss.
Significant endeavor
unrestrained.
She fatale I covet.
Speak love time of day.
The diaspora ever built.
The leisure
preservational.
Exceedingly curious.
Damsel a fashion.
Bestial immodest
unmasking.
Determined of acts.
Designate Thursday girl.
Picturesque terrain.
Old photos and merlot.
Epic the depths poets.
Specific act.
Diabolic.
Dream girl on me.
Twists and circle tours.
Ratio of lovers.
Folksy mix.
Vanity cost.
Well together.
All senses, tension.
I'm in the haunt.
Guest room and the darlings.
Pure velvet.
Throw caution from first.
Pride of fete.
Come a tug in earnest.
Surging.
Unbridled impulse.
Goddess.
Kiss for kingdom.
Your wisdom.
Heavenly.
A moment splendor.
Certainty she lie with me.
The sudden.
The vulnerable.
The echo wood and walls.
The tool the ever after.
Happily and striking.
Shoulders a disarm.
Won over in the breach.
The grit she hold
Stalwart.
The flamboyant.
Feminine.
Looking into the beat of felicity.
And she lie sideways.
Her head shelved by her palm.
Swords of skin and bone mahogany
like Katydids.
Long and slender.
Horizon a white line of fine linen.
Back of that.
Well walls the color chianti.
Looking into felicity.
With a quickening pulse made so
by hunger and the rush.
A hero's welcome.
Don't look at him that way Rochelle.
You want him gone Rochelle.
Your skin is onyx.
Your umbra.
True to the black.
Your black heart.
Winter spell.
You covet him.
But you covet his last breath.
In a kiss of death.
Yet mixed with her antipathy is a yen.
You may not have him to covet
if you kill him.
Subject him to condition,
lurking in the black.
The shadows Rochelle.
Once inside her inner tramp takes over.
Low light and just enough
for a space her own.
Greeted by cross wind
west to east.
Open windows and the
door to the portico.
Give her the appearance
walking on air.
A high to die for right then.
He walks heavy on
the back stairs.
Lamb and a pumpkin sun as garnish
fills the air its redolence.
