Elegy For A Brujo

(Death Can Kiss)                      

He is voracious but patient, knowing how

to wait  for “The Moment,” his moment

when nothing else can be as important

He is “The” Lover all other lovers

unconsciously wish to be.

“The One” never refused,

each encounter another victory

He hugs tight, thrusting naked bones

of titanium into skin and rib. A sinewy electricity

tingles to wrap around your chest squeezing out

all of your last breath, making room

for His sweet perfume of pure opium

With no tongue no lips that you can see,

He kisses. In orgasmic ecstasy you swoon,

memories spinning faster and wider

Scenes of your life, clouds passing

by in a wind swept movie sky

Until the moment he lets go

then  into  one  instant

like water, you  flow

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