Day: February 7, 2019

Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

The moon is full,
the beast does arise
howling with frustration
with beauty wise.
No one can tell
no one can tame
lost in the moonlight
a singular lust uncontained.
A mournful note
hangs unbidden
over tender throat.
Teeth bared
saliva flashing
bodies wrapped
with primitive heat.
The fire that burns
searing the souls
of two twined.
Come daylight
they break apart
their masks in place
returning
always
to play their parts.
when two come together
when minds
bodies
hearts
connect
incandescent.
Feb. 7/19
Photo by Yannick Menard on Unsplash
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