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Glutton

Christina P. Davis

 

Observing from afar
Longing to touch...only touch
    her skin
radiant....soft....warm
Oh so warm


Peering into her soul
A tic boring himself deeper

       into her essence


Eyes lock intently and she
    unavoidably drawn
    bespelled by his stare


He desperately wants to keep her
    at a distance
Knowing all too well
    his gluttonous tendencies
Afraid of the war
    that rages inside his ancient mind


But her beauty paraded before him

    on the battlefield
    clouding all judgment
Casting aside all those who stood guard
    in his torn conscience


Anger flared at his compulsion
Knowing eternal sleep was fast approaching
    gracious beauty
But he became indifferent to her spirit
Consumed only with appetite for her warmth


An internal fire scorched the beast
    as it moved inside
    its human cage
    trapped by bones and flesh


Waiting for the moment he could take her

    unleashed


Convulsing with pleasure
    he drew hands to her breasts
Mouth to her divine and waiting throat
    and he drank
    of her delicious nerve endings


While sun patiently waited
Nirvana passed through the gateway
Familiar metallic taste
    filling reflections
    of time eternal


burning… turning… yearning


Desire like honey

    d

    r

  i

     p

      s


    from his aching deception

Her warmth stolen
    and she falls limp in his arms


He has had his fill
His anger subsides
    as she turns cold
Such beauty even in death

Crimson laced like leaves

    fallen

    neglected in autumn's haze

Yes, beauty remains but her warmth
    stolen by a glutton