After party

Not really sure wtf this is but its something I suppose.

He waits, each day repeated forever hoping

All pressed cotton and fathers aftershave

Crimson wrists match carnation’s hue

And wet cheeks like blood red roses blush

At mere thought yet thought alone can wrench

And heart in chest does twist and writhe

then shrivel scorned and turn to dark

until madness claims him for her own

And with malady and melody sweeps away to cold dark soil

And love young dream fades slowly to black until daybreak once more

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jezebel

sometimes I just start typing words and hope something even half sensible emerges…

A heady mix of dark and light she dances

like gossamer on the breeze and sugar on the tongue

she delights, and in her freedom beckons you to follow

sweet whispers and soft words engage

and head and heart and form then with electric thrill

and without thought of consequence enslaved

to worship and new supplicant is wilful born

and freely takes his place in writhing mass of flesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evermore

And evermore to be repaid…

 

Awake she waits then into darkness falls

of loss and life and love and all that passed her by she ponders

and soft and slow surrenders to sweet malaise

and in madness and malady consumed embraces him

 

Her hand in his, and whispers promised sweet

Lured on and on and blind to all but he

And chains that bind and loves dear heart so foul corrupts

He beds and binds and breaks then tossed aside

 

And in that moment scorned and used

Heart breaks over evermore and rising laughter sounds

Tasted, taunted temptress feels the pain again

That she so harsh inflicted causing loves pure heart to fail

Consumed

nom nom nom

 

Jiggling, sweat pools and jowls drool

Ill fitting, tight sitting, pants splitting

Slowly, thighs chafe and crevices clammy

Never ending, chair bending keep pretending

One more, maybe two, empty boxes

Lips licking leftover picking

Old notch, new notch new belt

Digging into squishy pink flesh

And more, ever more ravenous

Until alone, mouldy folds and cold

One last trip, fat to render

And dripping, burning furnace consumed

 

Sepia smiles

She pages through albums

Dog eared corners, tear stained, well thumbed

Faded smiles and distant echoes of laughter

Take her back each time and lines fade from her face

 

Sun through broken windows illuminates

And beckons from the shadows

Memories of those who for far too long have waited

Fearful of the dark and of her rage

 

In those moments small hands held and brows kissed

Full bellies and blankets tightly tucked

Of regret no thoughts and of nighty nights

Until setting sun brings once more dark veil

 

And as sepia eyes smile and say goodnight

She looks through bars to catch sunsets dying embers

And lies as stars peek through inky black

and regrets, remembers and tries to forget