Her Wet Lips Near My Ear Tell Such Soft Stories

I crept with her through holes
in floors and in walls
in her under and her overalls
in parts of her near and fore
and before her fall
we searched like alleycats in heat
for shadows
shouldered by the cold darkness of our souls
for that sweet meat
we are fangs
and fur
we creep
we acknowledge with spilled milk on our hands
that we are what we eat

she visits me under a throbbing helo moon
in my unholy hour
holds me together with such fragile string

but

with such power
devours pearls of sweat with a swollen tongue
from the black hairs on my bone and collar
to the nip of my neck

let's me sleep
in what amounts to a secret peace
but whispers with breath like the cold breeze on a flower...

soon, my love
too soon comes that haunted hour.

TA