Saturday, 11 November 2006


Tantalising, seductive, dark rich stalking.
A black cloak on a black sky, visible and stark.
Silent feet leave no trace as trees...

Whisper his name. I'm supposed
To be terrified but my heart, red on black or
Is it black on red?
I cannot feel it, the colours merge as
The sky glitters and the ebony moon

From the stranger at my throat. Holds me,
Like a Lover, his touch cold and unfamiliar,
His painful kisses on my neck
Draw red on white or is it white on red?
As they run together, his and mine.
Faded shabby shroud, velvet and caring.
He has me now and forever.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lk ths one ;)