Midnight's Mirror

I climb careless for the high ground
disparate conspirator ringed in a
crown of black sweat, burning
exhaustion in my taxed limbs,

duelist encircling fabrication,
serpents coiling in seductive trance,
submission urges invitation, my
canines bared, lips in grimace

countenance stern groaning a
guttural hymn in midnight's mirror,
my hands busy with her fuller
flesh, driving her, a tango of

intimate temper disconnected from
any chords of conscious reigning,
the pulse,
the mirth,
feel of her squirming inside my skin.

TA