Night Shades And Noir

didn’t know that nightshade was so
beautiful until
I sank into its warm wet cocoon and
left a little closer to death
 
a piano tinkles with the fever of a jazz man on meth who’s fallen head first in love
with the bass guitarists lead
keys hammered by heavy yet articulate fingers
her voice croons the tale of yesterday
a synth keeps track of your black and white aesthetic  
 
the church bell resonates through my chest
I’ve lost something precious
my eyes know this because they leak
and I still don’t understand because  
your eyes are murderous
you’re all sinew and darkness  
the pad of feet on cold linoleum  
are offset to the pounding in my chest
 
I taste strawberries you fed to me  
my hands still bound
muscles in my arms strain
the twin koi on my thigh dance with my writhing
your sweet lips trail down until
I’m engulfed in the machinations of your tongue and my own madness
 
you are the scent of dirt  
fresh cut grass
and sex
the salt of your sweat still wet on my thighs
the taste of sweet poison
and your touch linger on my still steaming
chest  
your whispers make me shudder
grow hard again
 
you ride me raw
like an exposed nerve
the slick wet of you grips my attention
in slow agony  
you wait until I’m broken
and please
is a plea before  
sliding down in slow torture  
and we are pelvis to pelvis
every inch of my sanity engulfed in need
as if the act is religious benediction
the wet smacking plop as you draw me out of you
and let me thrust at air as if it will grant a miracle
and become anything other than air
 
you whisper sick candy in my ear
that you’re going to fuck me into
forgetting any name
other than yours
you lower down again and grind
out the last semblances of my coherent thought
 
your lips are the hue
of belladonna and taste  
of my own demise  
and I hunger for it