Wolf

June 8, 1997 13:52PM, Sunday

His sleek, black hide

Rivaled the darkness

Of the moonless night

Giving the surroundings

The appearance of hell.

I saw black trees

And red sky

Sensed death

The instant

I laid eyes on him.

His own eyes

Were two pools of light

Two brutal forces

Glowing, staring

Right through me

To the void inside.

It struck me as odd

That fear

Had not seized my limbs.

Ordinarily

I would have run

Run with all my might

Away from that beast

Run, run, run,

Till I could run no more.

Ironically, there was

No smell of danger

In the air.

What gripped me

So powerfully

So potently

Was lust -

Pure, unadulterated lust -

For that demon knight.

I wanted him

To make love to me

With the wildness and abandon

He possessed

When he moved in

For the kill.

I wanted him

To suck the breath

Out of every part

Of my body

The way

He sucked the life

Out of his prey.

I wanted him

To tear me

From limb to limb

With all the passion

He could muster

To slit all his victims’ throats

Until all the pieces

Of my anatomy

Could function no more.

But with

The tenderness and compassion

Of his heart

The one thing in him

Devoid

Of fierceness and fury

I wanted him to kiss

Every part of me slowly

Oh, so slowly

Until I writhed

With utter pleasure

And soared

To infernal heights.

I asked my demon lover

To bite me

Here on my left breast

Give me the kiss

Of death and resurrection

Bless me with the gift

Of immortality.

And he did

Granting me the wish

I, too, would kill for.

I sold my soul

Not to Satan

Not to evil.

My lover is not of the devil

He and I

Belong to the sublime

The consummation

Of all that is perfect

The throne of all goodness.

We are not from this world

Of greed and contempt.

We belong

To the universe

Of sacred spirits.

The predator,

The fifth horseman,

My demon lover,

Is waiting with me

For the full moon

When we will leap

Into each other’s arms

When our union

Will be complete

When the master and his slave

Will shout

The cry of murder

Killing everything

In their wake

And everything before them,

Obliterating

The face of the earth

With every thrust

Of the master’s phallic strength

Into the womb

Of his slave.

Until all is still and calm

Until an eerie peacefulness

Settles over the land

And all that is left

Are two wolves

Frolicking in the night.