Goodnight

Swearing, he pushed them harder

His hips pounding away with all ardor.

Breathless she took all of him,

Almost forgetting he was only a whim.

Body accepting with a wavering heart,

Her final performance, a beautiful part.

In a game of endurance, long and extreme

His final dance ended her with a scream.

Her contented sigh made so unwilling,

For a moment real, sweet, and fulfilling.

His heart enveloped her from within,

She was his one, made just for him.

She stood over him, watching him sleep,

Sad eyes, determined, almost wanting to weep.

As she twisted the knife deep in his heart,

She closed her eyes and kissed him good night.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

Author's Note

This poem was written in response to a challenge: pick the third or seventh book on your shelf and open to a specific page. Take the first five words of the first sentence in the third paragraph and make it the first line in your poem.

My book: Darkness Awakened.

First two lines (for context): “Swearing, he pushed them harder, knowing that whatever was stalking them would be fast on their tail. He had to get the rookies clear before their enemy caught up.”

My take was quite… different.