The Creature

The creature trickles

To your mouth

And pools around your lips

 

He drapes your shoulders,

Wraps your arms,

And licks your fingertips

 

The monster pouring

Down your spine

Demands your every breath

 

Cascading through

You’re velvet soul

Hungry and obsessed

 

His golden hair

And amber fangs

Bronze your milky tones

 

He slides his teeth

Down to your knees

And craves your fleshy bones

 

He soaks your skin,

And steeps your lungs

In black and smoky fumes

 

His appetite

A savoring light

Until you were consumed

Reviews

[Norah]

Incredible imagery.
Really well written!
Well done.

[emipoemi]

Well written! Well thought out! Well done! Only note is the back and forth switch from present to past is a bit confusing. Keep it to one tense, for there's no reason for the switch (and present has some power to it). Other than that, ¡Brillante!

[Inkh(e)art]

Ah thank you. I didn't notice until you pointed it out. I made a few edits :p

[Maria]

Hmm, interesting. Has a touch of romance and lust, as well, as meeting ones desire, until there is nothing left. Dark and yet not so dark, in a way..I loved it though. Very intense.

[Inkh(e)art]

Thank you. I meant for the poem to be a personification of fire, but i suppose it can be taken more than one way. Thank you for reading!

[Maria]

Wow, really..well that's awesome. Totally enjoyed this.