GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE - The Best Of The Worst Of My Undead Poetry

In The Beginning...

In the beginning 

We talked of sequestered rooms

Where we could meet and spend some time alone

In the darkness

Flickering candles guiding the way

A spot light on hungry bodies beading sweat

Digging deeper towards Shangri La

Exhaling visions of Lust and benign pain

At the tip of our fingers

Just out of reach, but not beyond possibility

I tasted red wine and Original Sin 

On your slow, wet, deep kisses

Exuding passion and sensuality with every thrust and grind

You pledged to be mine alone and follow my path

As we cavorted until daylight and goodbye

When I looked into your eyes

I saw forever

An ecstasy so intense

Our bodies shuddered with every peak of desire

Two fires yielding to conflagration within rumpled sheets

Stained with lipstick, mascara and cum

I held you close in the morning

Watching you sleep

Awaiting your eyes opening

So we could make love just one more time

Not wanting to waste this succulent dream

Fouling you with my animalistic ferocious love

So you would always be ruined for other men

In memories still we are torrid lovers fighting the world

I cannot let go of such beautiful wicked things

Though I get stung and my flesh bleeds from thorns

You will always be mine

In the shadows of yesterday

Deep within my shattered black twisted heart

I still love you

Buried six feet below

In a graveyard of your mind

Beyond what words can say

What you will never know remains

Undead

Just like in the beginning.