Tonight
I am at your door
No masks
And you invite me
Across your threshold
Death flees from my sight
Except the little ones
I am rapacious
Tearing at your clothes
My face a snarling smile
Lips drawn back
To dance across yours
Equal parts ravishment
And appreciation
You are made substance
In my hands
And my mouth
Knows all your sweet, secret places
Claim your flesh
Like you signed your soul away
Shuddering like you’re possessed
And, as my flesh claims yours,
In every room of this house,
Haunted by lovers,
You
Are
Whew! Yes!!
LikeLike