A Foot on her Throat

 
I'm already coming,  
the poor girl said
as tomorrow crept slowly upstairs
His home grown madness
cleaved cold crystals of death
cast silver streaks  
greedy to steal
her earth  
her seas, their skies
the only riches they ever had
all that was left
of their time--
Just close the windows
and come to bed
Listen to our bodies sigh
while the dust falls
and the triumph of the blind
calls to no-one  
not a wind  
or a bird  
outside
Take your foot of my throat  
bury your head in my heart
and fuck me
harder than life
Fuck me  
for another six thousand years
until we're cool
to be lovers again