WILD CALL

I Went To The Dakness To Dance And To Scream...

I Wanted A Razor But Settled For Dream...

I Writhed And I Moved With Violent Intention...

Longing For Blood Without Intervention...

The Music Was Better Than I'd Have Expected...

The Dancing Was Bliss In My Hell Rejected...

The Men Were Distraction From My Private Pain...

The Smoke Was A Veil That Shrouded In Vain...

The Man With The Eyes That Glimmered With Lust...

The Man Dancing Madly - Ignore Him I Must...

But The Sweat And The Breathing...

That Hardening And Kneading...

That Need For Intimate Knowledge And Pain...

That Want Overtook Me...

Those Eyes Bright Looked Through Me...

I Danced With The Devil In His Autumnal Reign.

The Boy Was A Nightmare Of Sex And Of Fist...

His Lips Were A Curse That I Could Not Resist...

His Body Was Beating With Light In His Eyes...

The Taste Of Him: Madness...

A Hint Of His Sadness...

That Mingled With Mine After Our Last Goodbyes.

But The Demons That Followed Me Into My Bed...

They Danced And Delighted Inside Of My Head...

They Fucked And They Raped Me In Hatred Elation...

Rescued Tonight - Received Not Salvation.

But Hope Is Alive And I'm Grateful For This...

Nothing Can Crush What I Felt In That Kiss...

And I Thank Him For That

Through This Writing Expounded...

In His Wasteland World...

My Call Is Still Sounded.

© OCTOBER 13, 1999 By Menes