You come crawling about diligently after devil's hour,
Leave not boundless impression for coming days;
Smell aroma pleating from scowling skin sour.
Run up walls parallel to tower,
Eyes beckon mine amaze
Bold, your moves slither as thrown flour.
Fastens this face lour,
Break dream-state haze,
Follow with ravenousness towards shower.
Running water rises further filthy powers,
When the lights fade down – you'll insist to play,
Can we lie here and dare no touch to increase devour?
Flush soul quickly willpower,
Such harmonies are crowding this mind craze,
Not only I resisting to turn to wild prowler.
Deliberate fingers grip upon mine hands coward,
This instills incensing low inhibitions to stray.
You come crawling about diligently after devils' hour.
Smell aroma pleating from scowling skin sour.
YOU ARE READING
After Devil's Hour
PoetryI must admit - this was a bit of fun to write within the half-hour I gave to the 'actual' writing of this piece. I was inspired to look over other forms of poetry - some forms that which I don't always see. I insist all Poets to reach out and try...
