12/04/03

			'Reaper'

I will wage war with you
on the battlefield of lust
stand naked upon the stony ground
feel the crush of pebble & soil
beneath my feet.

I will unsheath my weapons
of cold steel & disdain
take aim at your breast, your throat, your groin
I will slice and cut, maim and wound,
spoil.

We will dance the dance of death
entwined without and gnarled within, burning
parry and dodge, strike and slash
I take aim once more and place my blade
between your ribs and into your heart.

And we will laugh
when I have feasted upon your flesh & entrails,
you will thank me.

I am tired of love,
but not tired enough.

				© Andrea K