Written by guest writer Robert Borman

#1

Seduction, Seductress, Succubus

You broke me with a single look,

It shattered my mind like a mirror,

during a category 5 hurricane.

But you didn’t stop there, oh no,

you struck my walls then blew me down.

You leave the hounds begging at your door,

like a candle to a hypothermic man.

You’re the taste of moonlight in cloudy skies,

the dew drop on the tongue of a dying man,

a goddess caked in the jungle, untouched by modernity.

And I sit here like the desert palms,

begging the sun for a little shade.

To feel the warmth of your hands on my throat,

and tears pouring from my eyes,

dropping diamonds at your feet.

I beg you, sweet sinister shade,

kill me with your eyes, fiery and wild,

break my body into ten billion pieces,

and make your night sky with my bones,

then place those bones on your crown,

wear me like a helmet to an orgasmic war.

#2

To be a Lover in an age of consumerism

and sit next to you and wrestle these thoughts,

to taste your lips and to hold you close,

and shed the flood of tears I’m holding back.

To be a man in the age of women,

and submit to the whip of desire.

To always be begging like your dog,

and eagerly anticipate your reward.

#3

I love you from afar,

like a tree watching a wildfire,

Consuming the leaves left behind.

And in the wake of your ash,

the sprigs of new shoots of hope,

eke out the clear sunny skies.

Your touch is the falling of cool summer rain

over a field of barren Earth, tilled for sewing.

The very scent of the tap, shivering me

like the fear of Death came reaping.

Yet wishing to feel the sweet release

when we kiss under due shimmering sunlight.

But like the flame, you consume me

My thoughts grow like the buds after the Holocaust,

only to burn again a thousand more times.

But I keep growing in her aftermath, like weeds

inside the wilderness of rotten logs and concrete hearts,

And I still love you from afar.