A Walking Mess of Wire

Each kick of heels in dust
along the linament smelling valley floor
bring the lizards erotica to peak;
boulder grey, throbbing waves
rising behind a wire grin mask.
Ferment the nettle fever in glass manacles
as belts tighten around delicate stems
and songs drown under fingertips.
Such is being sincerely macabre
when raptures rise in suffocation.

Emotionless as sights of cruelty descend,
eager for suffering
baptized in sex and the foul;
tools of death almost jump from their grip
as lambs wander into a webby path.
Murder dynamics
sending dragons into Love and joys
while the artery red kingfisher
skulks within pecking distance of the morgue...

@Steven Francis poems 2010