A Soft Kill Poem by Tsani Jones

Hunger insatiated
The burning coal breaks
Flame flicker, combustion
Heat erupts upward
It begins...

The scent of the hunt
Fills the air, the fangs
Part the gum...
A new target acquired
Her endorphins awake.

Eyes to slit,
Flame to raging fire
The touch burns but I
Can't stop her weak
Spot exposed...

My demon is alive
Passion draws me to the rack
Saliva attracts like killer
Bees exude their honey
I can smell her now...

I taste first blood
Without leaving a mark
She radiates the signal,
The animal hunger
As I taste her weakness.

We cannot fight nature
I draw her silk in my
Hands, exposing the
Sweet kernel of mortality,
The juice of our lust.

The sin has begun.
Or is it natural tendency?
Our own brand of
Natural selection?
The ache twinges, beginning low.

A shudder,
Is it her quaking,
Or my own flood of bound nerves
On a runaway train
Pacing the brick wall of explosive fusion?

The path vibrates
Time and space separate
The first gentle tender moan
Splits the furious silence
Like a hot knife...

Hands find the hem
As the tongue of hot blood
Meets the first vanguard
Of motherhood,
Her skin explodes with the first perfume.

I feel the counterattack
A weak half-hearted defense
Conjoined to her ravenous offense
I fold like a stack of rocks.
I am alive.

She allows me to
Her tender spots,
Leads me to the path
Of her least resistance as
I am burning in my own hell.

I feel a shudder, hear the first
Breathless 'Baby...'
She owns me as I
Feel talon and tooth
Pierce me in their trap.

Her skin warms
Under my tongue with
The taste of a musk
Candy, the sweetness of
A sweaty aphrodisiac.

Two spirits approach
A verge of collusion forms
The allegory of salvation's
Illusion borne under
Her fingertips.

The oriface traces
The hunted, a
Minor quake protrudes
To the initial mass explosion
Tingling as her noose tightens.

Sinking to her cream
Underbelly, vulnerable,
The power is mine
As she shakes like
Pumpkin seeds on a frying pan...

Her daggers find my mane
Fire and electricity spark
Life explodes into nexxus
Flatlining all normalcy,
Spiking the tower of adrenaline.

Fingertips scale and settle
Low, her positioning to
Strike and feed.
My mistake of looking into her
Flaming cobra eyes of passionate fury.

I am forever lost
Wrapped in her grip,
Her will, her desire
And my hunger
Are the same.

On a distant world
I hear shattering of glass
Feel crystal pain as
Ultraviolet lips discover
Her heart of the matter.

The woman violence begins
As the syrup, the elixir
Of her love finds
A supernova, firing
My brain into light.

She surrenders, I fold.
We cannot return,
Our dimension has changed
All is pure and divine...
So ferocious.

All control has abandoned
The intensity of the death
Struggle showers our
Liquid heat into a
Spray of her conquest.

Nosferatu taste for her lust
As I am pinned in the
Lioness' grasp,
She devours her own target
As unknown objects are crushed in my hands.

I sink into her river of death,
Bitten by the black widow
As she ingests her fill,
Engorged from the passion
Of her victim.

I am her canvas
As she rips and tears,
Creating her own patterns
On my thigh as the burning
Marks the surface.

The porcelain doll, a goddess of rage
as my final throes flood
Into her sanctuary and
All reality crashes
With the heavens into nothingness.

Nirvana.

The stillness fills the world
Lives of flowers and perfect waterfalls
Arise and delude in esoteric frozen rhythm,
The marked transcendent,
The language of gods.

My hunt, her quest, our miracle
The hands of god as our own.
She wipes the sweat away, and
With the scent of honeysuckle
Smiles that angel smile and says,

'I have to go to work...'