A Kiss Goodbye

A Kiss Goodbye

He gazed at her; his pulse quickening and blood racing

Her slender form; like a delicate, ethereal tracing

Unfurled on a sheet of white, silken

Awaiting his touch, his wild abandon

 

She wasn’t the first he’d been with, by far

But each time for him had its own special thrill

And she was finer than the others, far from run-of-the-mill

Even her skin was spotless, not a single wrinkle or scar

 

She remained prone, unmoving, as he settled in beside her

But that was fine with him; he liked being in control

Slowly reveling in everything they had to offer

Even as they remained cast in their submissive role

 

Now he lent in close, primed to begin

His fingers caressed her naked skin

From alabaster forehead to prim toe

His breath followed, traversing her shapely contours

 

Finally, he pulled her in close,

Wrapped her in his arms as his ardor rose

He draped her compliant body with his,

And fastened his lips on hers, for an impassioned kiss

 

Suddenly he stiffened and sprang back with a start,

A silent scream on his lips and hands on his heart

There was terror on his face as he keeled from a fatal heart attack

After all, a Necrophiliac doesn’t expect his partner to kiss back

The Intruder

THE INTRUDER

 

I want to go back to sleep again,

Pretend what I’m looking at is part of some twisted dream

Wake up to the ordinary; my normal bleak morning

Where sights that threaten my sound reality don’t intervene

 

But it’s a trifle too late to hide behind such lies,

Leftover sleep has been brutally yanked out of my eyes

My heart’s racing like a train off the rails, my limbs afraid to leave the bed,

With lips, dry as death and unsteady breath, I just stare at them, in growing dread

 

Several times I close my eyes, hoping they’ll be gone when I open them again

But each time the same sight awaits, an obscenity refusing to wane

My mind searches for explanations; who, why and how they could possibly be there

But inexplicable it remains, and I can only wonder if I’ve gone insane

 

I know they weren’t there when I slept  the night before

Had they been, I would have noticed for sure

Their dusty shapes stand out in sharp contrast

On an otherwise clean surface, spotless at large

 

If I were to guess, I would put them at a size 9

At least two sizes bigger and broader than mine

Side by side, they are clearly a matched set

Two perfectly formed footprints, both right and left

 

But why the hell are they on my ceiling, fifteen feet overhead?