NIGHTMILK SUNBLOOD (Free verse) by horus8
When the sun falls down,
and the night gathers once again
its stilling cold embrace.
The slow frost blow-touch
Mr. Blue Collar snores fast asleep.
Mingling with the only true relaxation
that his present life gets.
Dark catnaps in the middle of harvest.
Crop circles writing the rye fields.
The Ergot Prince reeks raging pestilence.
Greek ancestors warrant this theory.
My minister strolls amongst the shadows.
Newspaper tucked securely underarm.
Sunglasses boosting morale.
His boyfriend waits graciously.
Palms moist anticipating his gentle lord.
Who will soon grow bored enough.
Enough to fetch another.
Here comes a raised orb
Show light on bitter pinched faces
These slumbering sinners
But I am awake forever
Coupling the pages
so tart and bitter.
See them upon that day of rest?
Smiling cheeks all flush
Can you smell the sweat upon their chests?
Feel the sheets soaking up our love?
Hearing the rich choruses droop from above
Nightmilk sunblood lust odd
Just drown like the kitten I killed at five.
Kite strung its purr neck
Bye bye Ebony
Pruned the rose bush
Fingers knowing her insides.
Knees, getting it on her mud.
Sunset smooths against my features
Tugging at my wrinkle less guesses
Darkening my hair & upping her dresses
Filling solid lungs with sweet aroma
Crying feast, and children carving squash
Blasts of color
I fall back, then through
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Posted: August 7, 2002 4:19 PM PDT; Last modified: October 9, 2003 9:08 AM PDT
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