Black heart.
Bury one problem, another surfaces
Nothing but beauty
lust and intelligence
Beneath me I watch as it writhes
in part
for the loves that separate us
and the hate that binds us to the other’s duty
and penchants.
A twisted mind
in a lithe, flexible body
beautiful and terrible
Serpentine
Stuck between my thighs
I can see your eyes
dart
from me to the door, and back to our lust
burning with passion and fury
and vengeance
Outside, a willow bends and sighs
Knowing soon the storm will start
the sands of time, the dust
of fate can never bury
us for long, but I do not feel it as you
slither past my defenses
Rolling, tumbling
biting
we struggle
for dominance
but then-
Captured, caught, a part of me dies
But another life joins us, apart
from who I am and who I was
Tongue on tongue, hands on flesh, nudity
clothing our senses
Everybody lies
at five seconds a quart
words of passion never known, no one trusts,
the mind is muted
and the body tenses.
