promise me the world is ours
that this perfect moment’s endless
lift me up on rapture’s cloud
make melody set soar our souls
fill our hearts with passion’s fire
smother me in scorched caresses
kiss me kisses like honeyed cream
that quench my quivering naked lips
as they softly smoulder golden
come to me and take me timeless
enfold me in your deepest dreams
carry me off to ecstasy
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in the throes
of sweating conquest
ripe with release
coursing with hunger
for the tender flesh
of reckless youth
white hot
as a deflowered bride
burning with the lust
of an august first-night
impaled on the horn
of promise and desire
there will be no truth
in these minglings
only raw bleeding need
and the quenchless thirst
for bittersweet
forbidden nectar
when you hear
the whispers whispered
know that it was so
and so it will remain
in the lithe loins
of the skin slaves
aflame under red roofs
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I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends upon me
this season of growing darkness
that wraps ’round
my vile countenance
fevered with your fatigue
twisted with your despair
drawn forth yearly
at this feast of death
I stumble
damaged by your sin
unleashed now
upon a broken world
corrupted by illusion
spoiled by arrogance
a world in chaos
as darkness deepens
this nocturne
I return
with this ruin-riddled
bloody horde
of dying dreams
violated innocence
merciless destruction
of horrific death
of guilt
of shame
and so
I stumble on
bent by the weight of your evil
drowned in drenching sorrow
I slink angry
into this coming night
and
the next night
and
the night that follows
that always follows
captive
of your horrendous nightmare
of unbridled brutality
always your prisoner
in this forlorn world
seeking vengeance
rob kistner © 2019