Mark R Slaughter


At The Altar - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!

Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.

Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .

No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –

You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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  • Silver Star - 4,032 Points Diane Hine (3/14/2012 1:35:00 AM)

    Being female, I enjoyed this one very much. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011