Friday, May 22, 2009

Jugular Lessons

We wonder through our means of science
For which our blood would have reliance
Across the throat of worthy flesh
Held to the face a wire mesh
He comes upon my teathered act
And watches as I make my pact
The screams of love silence his wonder
Her warmth within I sternly plunder
Beneath her head I lay a flower
Her burning hair I will devour
But still he waits to make his move
To see the acts upon her groove
She reaches up; she takes a breath
He finally smells the scents of death
He moves to take my power from me
I raze his throat; He drops to drum me
With furtive stealth I go off in harkness
And disappear into the darkness.

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