RECIDIVOUS

I MET HIM THAT NIGHT WHEN IT COULDN'T HAVE MATTERED,

WE HAD GONE TOO FAR WHEN IT DID -

(TO BE SURE).

FOR BEFORE WE HAD EVER SPOKEN OR THOUGHT,

WE WERE LOST TO THAT DARKNESS -

WITH NEVER A CURE.

HIS EYES BRIGHT WITH DRUNKEN -

BOYISH WONDER,

THIS FROCK COATED GENTLEMAN -

BATHED IN BLACK LIGHT,

AND FILLED WITH A SADNESS -

THAT TORE ME ASUNDER,

WE SHATTERED TOGETHER -

AND SPLINTERED THE NIGHT.

IN THE ENCOUNTERS THAT FOLLOWED

WE RESCUED EACH OTHER,

BUT WE KNEW WE WOULD NEVER BE SAVED...

FOR THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS

FROM THE PLAGUE OF DESIRES,

NOT WHEN BOTH MEN ARE RIPE TO BE CRAVED...

OUR DIRE BRAVERY IN THIS RUINOUS PLEASURE;

THIS SICKNESS THAT FOUND US AS BROTHERS,

WAS DOOMED FROM THE MOMENT OUR EYES MET EACH OTHERS':

NO CURE FOR THESE LOST HUNGRY LOVERS.

© APRIL 28, 1999 By Menes

-FOR DORIAN-

WHO IS FAR TOO DELICIOUS

AND URBAN AN ANGEL,TO NOT

INSPIRE MY MIND OR MY DICK.