Nude

If his stare could kill

I’d be a slave to the death

he bestows over my weakling body

Nude

a heaven descends

his burning gaze

applies its hunger under my trembling skin

chewing alive what is left of me to kill

A night as sinful as this

as sweet as a flower in June

as blaring as the wings of a humming bird

Come quiet, my love

shush my screams

keep me whole

for I need you to know

I need you

and though you need proof

I lay nude

till hell sucks me to this downtrend

slaving your eyes in my memory

stirring and yearning

for the night you’ll kill me

for good

in reprimand