Witching Sounds

Late night cold sweats,

I woke up in

the dark and wanted

to get in the car,

drive in the crisp ghost breathing

heavy air

to heaven and back

before the sun

came up,

fucking alone,

or maybe,

if you fancy,

alone with you.

It was such a grieving

process

at times,

opening my heart again,

the rush of all the old pains

and scars waking up and bleeding,

but we must,

open back up once more anyway,

I suppose.

Hmmm, wish there was a way

to explain my mind,

that twisted peripheral forest,

wicked and slithering vines and veins,

dangerous visions,

sexual cravings

ran so deep and

overwhelmed me in ways

vast and misunderstood,

constant desire

thumping through me

so intense

I couldn’t concentrate

on these words,

I wrote down,

staggered and gasped,

in love and fucking,

lusting teeth.

I missed being under you,

and then on top, ha.

Simple desire

to be taken over,

let you posses me,

only for a moment,

goddamn that felt good.

Id beg

if I thought it would

make one bit of difference,

but nevermind.

And in the dragon’s lair,

lay in waiting,

mistress and monster

bound together

in sorcery and pain.

I always kept your secrets,

my heart expanding

at the thought,

still I hated you

for taking me

for granted.

And even in the midst

of a veracious lust

for the pleasured life,

I rose in the middle of

the darkness round,

with a rage that would’ve

screamed out the windows,

down the driveway,

up and underneath

the streets and highways,

howling out,

the viper within,

even if I hide it

oh so well.

Damn it,

I fooled you again

and then felt guilty,

lil bit sheepish.

Ugh,

I never could say it

quite right,

the hauntings in the mirrors

of adults,

the nightmares

of children,

who cried out for sanctuary.

I sometimes must

just weep with no

explanation,

now,

I know Im losing you,

and I loathe

myself into twilight,

until we,

if we’re lucky,

wake up again,

you holding my hand

in the rain.