The soaring bullets, now orchestral, shall sing overhead

Dance well, my brothers, it won’t wash off the blood,

It won’t make you whole, it won’t appease God.

Assassins’ encounter

I)                   The refreshments catch acrid roots in my throat

            While alcoholic fumes towards my brain float,

I close my eyes, submerging in the toxic guilt

But I feel something burning, like a suffocating quilt.

I notice your foreign indiscretion… 

II)                 The twin of my mask embraces your features

            Exposing to the world two orbs, two restless creatures

            Glowing together, wilder than hellfire,

            Pools of molten steel, dripping wicked desire.

            I rebel at the scorching sensation…

III)              You stand there, garbed in enticing black elegance

      Your spirit, untamed, covering the distance

      Between us, and it engulfs me in its fragrance,

      Wrapping tightly around my throat, binding my existence.

      You have my attention…                  

IV)              You approach like a stealthful predator,

      And I shiver like a cornered prey

My skin, naked paper in an incinerator,

When you loom above me, one foot away.

You’re a cruel, cruel distraction…

V)                My waist caught in a callous chain woven by your arms,

My blood a boiling puddle, red, succumbing to your charms,

I struggle against your unwavering form, I fight your dark embrace

As we’re swallowed by the raging tempest, in a dance as light as lace.

I am lost in this ritual of possession…

VI)              A battle in a waltz’s rhythm, an action we fearlessly condone,

My soul’s defenses crumble, as you lift stone after stone

The oppressing orgy, the corrupting, blinding snake,

We evade in our frenzy, while all barriers break.

Let us flee to out apocalyptic conclusion…

VII)           The thirst, how it consumes me, the urge, relentlessly gripping,

Stealing my last breath as I lay scorched, writhing

Impaled by your eyes, torn apart in the liquid fire,

That engraves our forbidden passion on the scrolls of desire.

Hold me close on the peak of intoxication…

VIII)         Drenched, our bodies tremble in one soft breath’s moan,

My core seared every time your trail of kisses is sown,

And as I awaken from the Little Death’s trance,

I seek out your face, eyes gleaming of romance.

Oh, how disintegrating it is, my own damnation!

Assassin’s last murmuring thought

A thorn stabs where my heart lay bared,

Defenseless, defeated, thoroughly unspared

And vulnerable, I give in just like before,

But now, your gift tears through me, a silent, abysmal roar.

The pain, a paralysis, yet tender, velvety light,

Like the Egyptian Queen’s snake, a venomous river into the night

But why did you seduce, why did you coldly ensnare,

The storm, once alive, now gangrened by despair?

A bitter smile, on my still parted lips,

When your hand grazes my numb finger tips

Only I fade, not your smoldering gaze,

My assassin, my lover, how you’ve ended my days.

Assassin’s reply

Hesitation? A stranger darker than the ocean of poison flowing through your flesh

But it burdens me as I feel my discipline crash

As your lashes beat away the seconds of our hours,

And your breasts cease their movement, two silent marble towers.

Mon Cherie, I kneel beside you on the ravished sheets,

Caressing your fingers, your last pulsing heartbeats

A tear, a flood of sorrow, unsatiated longing

Creeps down and like my love, it hangs forsaken, mourning.

Fin…