"it's at night when we feed"

darkness - a twisted blanket --

whiskey and a blow-job

in raw light

of a waxing moon --

subtle serenade of cricket song

broken sporadically by soft rustle

of ground leaves --

[coyote circling perimeter

curious as scent

of lust and lush melt on the wind

ride into night]

a hint of semen on her lips

when she kisses me

whiskey fire

tongue on tongue --

now lying naked and drunk

in the grass

chasing stars across the sky --

poetry creeps

through shadow

and chews at our soul.