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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Queen of Fools

A Queen
born to a court of Fools.
Laughing and playing.
Praying and feinting.
Secrets made bold by blood.
Backrooms
filled with smoke
bourbon
opiates
all are content
for never the truth
be told.
Standing upon the world stage
blinded by power and indifference
orphaned and forlorn
a child discarded.
Broken and battered.
Scattered from here to there.
Seeds sown on the wind
war is coming
annihilation has begun.
Tears escape
scalding hot
as carnage
does unfold.
Queen of Fools
in a court of gold
worshipped a diety
bowing beneath the blows.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen