~ominous moment~

compelled to strike-
lash out,
taste.
savour the moisture
of wanton flesh.
to drink deeply
of your needs,
& fondle
with tainted touch.
burying your
thieved secrets,
deep inside of me.
stalking your hopes,
seizing each plea.
i'll search your shadows,
recanting your every deed.
drawn into my madness,
now witnessing
both sides of the cell-
teeter upon my edge...
and again,
i'll never tell.



~wicked~

I really liked the flow here. It is very smooth from start to finish.

Les

Thnx, Les.



~wicked~

I think that poem is deep. I remember it wasn't a question. (I asked to post a poem as a reply to one of wicked's) I hope to do that request, and your concent justice now,

Extracting the black of blood
With my own hands
I stand and embellish the victory
Checking the spelling with my dictionary of humanity
And this is what your poem means to me thru vocabulary
Deeper than all blood of all casualties.
In the devil's petri dish

Great work, wicked. Like this one alot.

desire

I liked this poem, too. A strong image with an economy of words. Very good!

Thanks guys!!

~wicked~

bump