A Stalking in Purgatory
Intruding on a pre-dawn dream,
He skids from the scuttled, shuttered past,
Haunting a secret, sacred domain
Where ribald thoughts best left sublimated
Rewire my nerve endings lightning-fast,
Emerging on purgatorial lips as musky gelatin.
His whispers through lips coated with gobs
Of viscous hibiscus, tulip and rose nectars
Infuse passion into my veins while fingers throb
Into orifices stitched so tightly that an avalanche of echoes
Threatens to render crevasses where red-pink
Fault lines betray innocence long ago violently robbed.
Thrusting unfamiliar rhythms balls-deep,
The rapacious one conquers my nether zone,
His glistening phallus pumping me out of sleep
Like chunks of funk blustering from a brazen horn,
Crushing where his knobby nose touched down.
Sated, he fades to black in warped distance
While I am propelled into the lucid blue.
Nude and trembling from the phantom bone,
Smeared with profane kisses head to toe,
I fear the predator lurking beneath my consciousness.
© 2012 Chantale Rêve
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