Two Steps Closer to HellA Poem by David Lewis PagetHave you crept off into the darkness, Have you hidden yourself in your spell, Is your world the world of starkness, Are you two steps closer to hell? I felt you throw off the purple quilt As the night came down as mist, And take the stairs in a rush, full tilt As you called out, ‘Please desist!’ Your legs had flashed on the stairwell, Your thighs stark white in the hall, When only minutes before I’d had You pressed tight up by the wall. I sipped and bit at your lower lip As I raised your face for a kiss, But pressed up tight by the hallway light I could see your eyes resist. Your spell is the essence of madness, I find myself at your feet, Is love this impossible sadness Like a gourmet meal, replete, I watch you dance when the Moon is yolk And your mantle twirls and flares, At night, in front of the gentle folk You delight in their naked stares. You never like to be seen by day The light of the sun is harsh, You’re more content to be naked by The dwindling light of the stars, I don’t know whether you’ll come to me It’s much too early to tell, I asked you once, and you said you’d be Just two steps closer to hell. David Lewis Paget
© 2016 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
642 Views
3 Reviews Added on February 26, 2016 Last Updated on February 26, 2016 Author
|