Friday, February 11, 2011

Fetid I am

She is perfect
Her flesh a treasure
I am spellbound by her
Beauty beyond measure
Her body is pristine
Without blemish
Voluptuous and serene
She moves me
Her moves are agile
Her being lithe
Her breath is sweet
She spins about
And delicately turns
Tender and fragile
She is broken
By my hand
And there is no answer
For I am cancer
My flaws are ample
In her body I burn
When she is gone
I will consume her remains
For I am like a jackal
In the desert
Feeding upon carrion
However rotted
Or fetid
The corpse