the rapture.

He tempted violence within
coursed the veins of her dreams,
tortured the need
to survive
pounds at a time,
trawled the ravines
of slags like a disease.

Powdered noses cracked the mirror,
innuendo draped over lines
the nameless face,
the stench of the bowl spilled
stifled her slender frame
flushed away.

Piss and venom spat as
haggard fingers fumbled the creases,
tore every moment of feeling
as time reigned over
her desolate landscape,
squealed at the pain

watched,
waited

withered.

With each line
taken
the spirit sanguine, salted,
thrust upon thrust
eased with every drip of human oil,
rebellious of morality and
joyous in the instant.

Decadence dwelled in the slum of her heart,
imposed the want
the exposed need,
defiled every ounce of allure
yet recompensed the hurt
with each erotic stroke,
tears bought as
the rapture

raped respect.

© 2007 Michaela James.