Views

Deep inside, burns a light         
when touched repeatedly      
                       stokes the fire         
Do they know what is unleashed
                       when the doors are all open       
will she even Care       
what has been Created?
          
Roaring through the night       
Baying in the woods         
                       funeral pyres burning       
the river casts a light       
                       back onto Him.
         
Arms akimbo                        futilely beating       
subsiding slowly         
Is the dance ended?              or merely begun.       

Slivers of craving         
roiling within
                       coursing faster
                                                moans guttural      
Do whimpers beget?
                       or simply create?       
  
Maybe a longing      
                       feeding the Hunger       
consuming all      
                       Rising like an apparition        
A succubus incarnate  :      
Feasting         
                       Devouring
                                                gurgitating         

New life to Him       
a beginning