neBze
10-06-2014, 01:18 PM
I dream upon that withered land,
Shriveling lilacs hang their sun burnt brows,
Wilting tubers lie baking in the heat,
Stony rubble peeking from sand creates
Ruined structures of ideas long ago,
Half discovered within the sandy tide,
--But burning residue, dripping slow to
Opaque nonbeing; once surely been.
There is before me a stinking carcass,
A mangle of decaying blood and gore;
Its flesh lies strewn about the sand,
Covered in ravenous insects and scavengers.
Breathing it seems though I know it to be dead.
Boyish teeth smile from a mutilated face;
Eyes brown as mine stare lifeless back at me,
Coruscating slightly in the sun.
I see her, gliding like a phantom across this plain,
Dressed in the heat that sweats my forehead.
I leave the dead thing who crumples as I step,
And approach this lady, breasts full and ripe;
With a soft pale body, curved and fresh,
I lean in slow and we embrace.
Such a new thing, an excitement!
The tingling touch of flesh on flesh,
Discovering one another, exploring,
I am one embracing myself, holding this girl,
Pressing her lustful, heaving body to me,
And dropping slowly to the sand.
As we feel, crawl and roll within each other,
I peer, just a moment, into the distance,
Where wearily I spot another watching us,
Stance hunched and mischievous, oddly childlike.
He bears a flute. I hear its music beneath my girl.
I smile once at the man with goat feet,
Then continue my fall.
Shriveling lilacs hang their sun burnt brows,
Wilting tubers lie baking in the heat,
Stony rubble peeking from sand creates
Ruined structures of ideas long ago,
Half discovered within the sandy tide,
--But burning residue, dripping slow to
Opaque nonbeing; once surely been.
There is before me a stinking carcass,
A mangle of decaying blood and gore;
Its flesh lies strewn about the sand,
Covered in ravenous insects and scavengers.
Breathing it seems though I know it to be dead.
Boyish teeth smile from a mutilated face;
Eyes brown as mine stare lifeless back at me,
Coruscating slightly in the sun.
I see her, gliding like a phantom across this plain,
Dressed in the heat that sweats my forehead.
I leave the dead thing who crumples as I step,
And approach this lady, breasts full and ripe;
With a soft pale body, curved and fresh,
I lean in slow and we embrace.
Such a new thing, an excitement!
The tingling touch of flesh on flesh,
Discovering one another, exploring,
I am one embracing myself, holding this girl,
Pressing her lustful, heaving body to me,
And dropping slowly to the sand.
As we feel, crawl and roll within each other,
I peer, just a moment, into the distance,
Where wearily I spot another watching us,
Stance hunched and mischievous, oddly childlike.
He bears a flute. I hear its music beneath my girl.
I smile once at the man with goat feet,
Then continue my fall.