In the churning mists of this madness I stand
waiting
for you to dare step
into the luminous shadows with me.
Your tide rises with the moon full,
teasing the nostrils flared of a wolf
already crazed with blood lust.
Tantalized,
I suck in the moist air,
straining to capture the taste of you,
sweet as rareripe fruit hanging out of reach,
briny like the tears of a woman’s surrender.
Take it,
just one step closer,
closing the shades of night behind you.
Know well it is my nature to seize you
ravenously,
but I favor your gift,
I choose your choice
to bare your throat to me,
not as kill and feast,
but completion,
God's atonement
for a need never sated
through thousands of restless,
reckless nights.
Have you never heard my howl
at your reflection upon that taunting nocturnal orb?
Throughout these creeping lifetimes spent apart,
was there ever a moment in which you felt
but a pang of my hunger for you?
I have yearned endeavoring
and burned in fever eternally
for your tendered wrists
to bind incisively.
From the pulse of you my life is drawn,
drawing you in turn to the edge
which sharply opens me
for you to have your fill.
Will you take that first drink
and join me in the ebb and everflow
of our night unending?
Drained, gorged,
starved, charged,
emptied, running over:
the circular cycle directs your vessel
as it bobs upon my current.
I rush into you, crashing,
your limp form rising upon my swell
as your golden fronds whorl
in the eddy of my delight.
My thunder stirs you in this dream
from which there is no awakening,
the moonlight fire in your eyes
that see only me.
Now the killing dawn threatens once again
while my clutches bear only the promise of you.
Yet I linger too long
waiting
for you to take that step.
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Poemission
A Reckoning Due
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