my pale and delicious gothbabe
dangles
from a wire
hypnotizing me
until I beg
to be poured
into the gutter.
then my words
my faint and hungry words
spiral before her
like a daydream
and gently kiss
her blackened lips
until her body
grows warm
and her dark eyes
stare beyond the stars.
my gothgirl
my hot and breathless gothgirl
draws her sword
and challenges midnight
shredding the cruel cartoon
leaving me
without weapon or pretense
at her doorstep
alone.
my lover
my warm and naked lover
wraps her arms
around my shivering flesh
around my words
and swallows
each
loud
trembling
syllable.
Paul David Mena
24 December, 1996
Acton, MA
