Death and Rebirth: All shades of love

The hunt

Dark night, dim alley

Moon fainting over the clouds,

Cigarette lit in hand,

Jaded jeans and a T-shirt,

The other hand in my pocket,

Shameless looks thrown like darts to the passerby,

Senseless chills going up and down my spine,

The taste of sin easily distinguished in my tastebuds,

The target has been locked,

A sardonic grin

Then the trap is set...

His shadow gets distorted as he comes closer,

He kneels but no to pray,

The rattling sound of the zipper disturbs the quietness around,

His attempt to devour what has been served,

Too much on his plate tonight...

Reflexes on the tingling part of his throat,

Gags that make up a pagan anthem I love listening to,

The hands of the clock go round to the right,

A sigh gets stronger in my mouth,

And it turns into a loud moan,

His time to enjoy the attraction is over,

Lips stretched to both sides,

Red shiny eyes pouring thankful tears,

A whispered thank you

Time to head back home.