madpoet

Her nails burn red lines down my back
Yet my cry is not one of agony
The pleasure, the pain, the sensations of life
Come together in our furtive fusion of bodies
She could be any girl, any night
But as she dies a little more beneath me
She is every girl, every love I ever had
Every tear I ever cried lies beaded in sweat on her breast
I wonder what god she is praying to as she cries out
As I sacrifice her, As she entombs me
We collapse, drained by our ritual frenzy
Dead in each others arms at the lovers' altar