Dark God

I will love you
in all the essence
of a dark god,
chest bare and breath shallow,
counting the gaps of your ribs,
an uneven earth in the garden
of your body, trapped beneath my fingers
as I raise my hands up the ridges
of your bones, trace
the soft curves of your lips,
the grin of a black smile
in your teeth, press my mouth
to yours and sigh
as you bite down,
hard, blood a vivid dribble
down the curve of my cheek
and a fresh stain across the front
of my shirt
until it reaches the axis
of my heart.
I have been waiting
for this and with every second
I can feel the pulse of the blood
beneath your skin,
the scream of your cells
and the gasp of your lungs
left crawling across my body
in punishment for what
I have done.
There is very little choice
in this matter,
so please, kiss me,
let me lay you back along the sheets
and begin my final descent
down with you.

Concrete Paradise

You comb the flowers,
brush the grass, pick
the earth clean and design
the streets running through it all.
This is a maze, this is
your concrete bed upon which we walk,
struggle, wander forward and
chase the wilderness all down.
It pays and it sells to develop soft recollections
of paradise, fake-Edens planted,
and weeded and trimmed and
mowed and painted and picked free
of undesirable life forms.
But still...
the sun is hot as it oozes down
the pavement, seeps through the gray
and reflects off the noise of
society in full throttle motion,
sliding forward into the
red lights of traffic,
paradise forever lost to us on
the other side of the
highway.