Claudia, and Others he Watches

It’s heavy and hot,
Not a bear, but a comet.
Slowly moving, water logged hands,
Turning brilliant rose explosions.
Not the pain of welcome mats,
Extinguished with a touch;
But longing, aching, pulling, thrusting,
as the mind’s chemical factories fail, and
Belch useless smog,
As hair, to the sky.
The body follows with forbidden excretions.

And wanting to be beautiful for him is death
by mothers sacrificing daughters
to It Wasn’t Meant To Be.
But to be a luscious, yearning girl,
Long legged sex; a feast that never ends.
She is everything to ache for, nothing to attain.
Not the endless hole of my need,
Her safe, immortal, foreign beauty.
An angel of health, and glory,
She slowly burns my sickly shack.

The genteel leech in a balloon cloak,
His blood filled body, sinewy grace,
Controls the subtleties of time and the color of the sky.
A fish belly ruby, a dangerous auburn,
Like the hair of the girl who calls his vicious name,
From as far away as Atlantis.