The Balcony: Virus at Limelight

Her tranquil, lucid, doubtful eyes gaze down,
And full of dizzy want,
They greet the gorgeous ecstacy of his violent rhythms.
Ecstatic pounding, primal throbbing,
The chain around the neck of a lean child, fucking.
A woman crying, her given name,
Savannah.
An expanse of possibilities.
She is drown by his sex, his sweat, his fear, and
His sister’s curiosity plays a shadow on her lips;
And the sound fills her skull like bees.
Terminal knives trace his breath on her thighs while
Bloodbath-acid
Explosions
Are birthed in her gut.