Violent Delights
Boiling vortex
of intoxicated pleasures
inhabits the darkness
where she lies still.
Whipped alabaster skin and
raw searching lips,
eyes blurred with teary tint,
heartless moon blinding her -
violation of sexuality.
She begs not to be broken
as I stamp hollow earth.
Milk of my iniquity
runs down her cheeks,
words like rocks
batter her self esteem.
Bloodied handprints
mark my territory as
angry passion unfolds
in sucking ocean swirl,
soul branded to her pith
as I enter my arena of lust -
dipping my feet and testing
the water as rain drenches
her water-marked skin.
Heavy music lurks
in shadows of her Hell.
My erotic fantasy
continues to swell.
I see her face
masking destruction
of the buried dead,
piles of crushed throats
scream mournfully
at black sky.
My violent delights
beget violent ends
forcing me to glimpse
the message I send.