Romance of beast and madness

Magic passed along the leaves of the trees

a rustling exhale of emotion

racing wildly with the breeze

And I was caught up with a laugh

while the lightning sizzled through my veins

and as I ran along the property line

I stuttered on a hiccup as I watched

the man was you and he stepped through

a wildfire’s intense and raging flame.

My feet grew roots and my eyes became heavy

intoxicated and seduced, I was bewitched

as you tucked your horns into your hat,

and hid your tail under long lengths of coat.

And as the wind fell silent and the trees forgot their madness,

the flames blinked out and you turned in polished shoes

that gleamed a stepping cadence as you sauntered,

finding me trapped and buried up to my neck in fearsome fright.

A deer struck by headlights, stationary and entranced,

synapses follows the path of memory

and life is flashing like a dying bulb.

And as I feel the passage of time,

my feet unwind and the earth rises up,

a gentle push and a desperate plea for me to flee.

And I gather in my breath and pray for wings,

swift getaway.  A chase in the dark and your laughter is following me.

Reaching out it grabs my heart,

this dark and twisted sound.

I’m slowing down, sluggish,

breath too heavy, but I can’t stop.

Straining forward my ears are searching the dark,

locating your footfalls. And I need to turn right about here,

turn right, but my feet are wrong,

and I turn into your arms.

Why?  and I’m staring into your eyes burning and turning into ash,

a perfect form with the slightest touch and I’m easily destroyed.

Your hands are so hot as they reach out and stroke my cheek,

changing me and turning me and now I’m perfectly molded.

Something made for only you.

I surrender my will with your kiss, a gentle flick of your flame.

And I’ve no one and nothing to blame,

this romance between beast and madness.

and I’m a willing captive, caged inside this forge,

desire and heat are all that I am,

because of you and your hell that stirs my soul.

I’ll never be cold again.




Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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