In The Dark

IN THE DARK

 He saw her there…

Moonlit eyes, golden hue and flaxen hair

Flanked by the shimmery outline of gossamer wings

Draped in moonlight, shades of dawn and other celestial things

Her lips seem to bulge with caches of wine,

The dip of her chin, an angle divine

Her gaze, which can see beyond eternity’s eyes

Her breath, a mixture of fire and ice

Her heaving bosom, destroyer of any man’s will

Her soft embrace, offering both virtue and vice

Her lissome legs that can outrun the toll of time

Her unbreakable spirit that can any resistance tire

He saw her there, the deity of unabashed desire

 

She saw him there…

Sculpted chin, eyes dark as sin and broad shoulders bare

Silken mane and bronzed skin with tenderness in his stare

A warrior’s face and a poet’s gaze

Bulging arms that can stop the world

Ample chest that’ll withstand any stone hurled

Or let you sleep on it, lazily curled

A generous heart ready to right your wrongs

Yet wild enough to any forest roam

A smile like an invitation unfurled

A manner as gentle as a lover’s song

Strapping legs, that will forever stay at your side

While they wade through trouble’s strongest tide

She saw him there, an idol of all that’s right

 

Then the lights came back on,

And there was just you and me there

 

 

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The Race

 

We’re all raring to go, it’s almost time

Poised and ready, straddling the starting line

There are thousands competing in this coveted race

But only one winner, and that honor shall be mine

 

From the moment I came to be,

This was always my only destiny

To compete with all my anxious, desperate brethren

And get to the winners circle, be the first to the end

 

For each of us, get only the one chance

To prove our worth and so our life enhance

For in failing to win this climactic race,

There is not only elimination, but also, untold disgrace

 

This is the moment we’ve all readied for,

Fitter, stronger, faster; all striving to be more

Brothers we are all, but once the race begins

Thriving by being the only victor, is all that remains

 

And now, as the Starter’s gun fires, we’re all off in a surge,

Sprinting, screaming, thundering down this slippery slope

No quarters taken, none given, as we lunge, jostle and diverge

Each one trying to outdo the other, eyes only on the victory orb

 

I swoop well ahead of the pack, with only one contender at my back

With the finish-line mere milliseconds away, I deck my opponent with an elbow-attack

Victory is now surely mine, and after all, the winner takes it all

I make a triumphant leap at my goal, only to smash into a transparent contraceptive wall.

 

We all splatter; fade to black.