A Poem
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Fucker
The doorknob creaks… The floorboards cry…
I come to hear the Sandman’s lie.
He whispers sweetly, “come on in”
My heart recoils, but I give in.
I enter now where fools often dare
Between his sheets of Devil’s snare
With wanton eyes I sit and wait
His bed is dark and desolate
The shadow speaks. His lyre is strung.
I suck the sweetness from his tongue.
Like crumbs tossed in a beggars cup.
With talk of LOVE he fills me up.
He thirsts to drink, to get his fill.
He swoops in quickly for the kill.
His fingers crawl across my skin.
His mouth is hot, I breathe him in.
His phallus brandished in his hand.
A rusty knife to bleed the lamb.
He ploughs me like his clay skinned lover
He tastes like father. He smells like brother
He stabs and pushes further in
I choke on spit and salty skin
My head swims back into the night.
And watching from some desperate height.
I see us poised in every stance
This angel and this prophet’s dance
Both starving, but for different things
Of which our actions never bring
My thoughts start picking at his seams
I claw at him with childish dreams
Our bodies clench, the joy of greed
They crumble as they waste their seed
And tainted by an awkward hue
He whispers softly, “I love you”
Behind my face I wrench and cry
With every word I bleed inside
With every kiss something else dies
For every lover is another lie.
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