Oh She Begets

She was the spill of silver moonlight
spilling over snake curls coiling twisting
hissing flickers forked tongue wet
whispering wanting to be bitten
strawberry currents twirling in a post storm deluge
golden flood stage river water crimson shimmer
   flowing over her shoulders
blue hurricane bruise on her neck nearing landfall
cresting along the short rise of her bone white breasts
whereupon russet roses rest
a perch for thirsty lips
tasting of summer wine and warm breath

aplomb in smokey eyeliner smeared in streaks of black sweat
she presses me
like a hungry wolf cub
like the black weight of Death

hold still, and with trembling fingers will I draw your shape in charcoal dust
oh swell of her dancing form!
holy woman born
following her sharp shadow on the bedroom sheetrock
my eyes tracing over her outline where she ends
   and the rest of the world begins
entranced by such flawless human goddess design
aglow in the angry orange streetlight lines thrown from the blinds
thrown to the lions
thrown through the window of existence into the harsh streets of this life
in her pink folds
in her diamond fire

let the winds drive
oh God let the winds drive her higher
in such bold strokes I slash savage and mad
I cut her in half
I taste the strong sting of her wild spirit
at last

and I eat her alive.

TA