The Rapist

Deep red runs from edge to infinity
down the water where you drowned,
confused by the dimness of the night
we're frantic, fucking like rabbits.
Subsequently, we waited for that feeling to go.
Knowing this day will never begin
we charged in our 'animal-like' disarray
into the fog mucking the puddles,
breaking leaves and twigs -
A starless night for ghost stories.
Nude, ravenous and shamelessly concupiscent,
orgies occur amidst the foreplay.
No one knew how many we were,
we didn't care.
Against the trees, in the dirt,
staring at the sky or perched on a stone,
didn't matter where and how it happened
as long as the moans echoed through the woods.
In memory of a fallen friend,
promiscuous and brutish, a rapist.
He will be missed as we ejaculate  
inside the women he once raped.
That feeling has long gone.
We're animals now, if only for one night.
Making each other squeal and throb.
In the presence of enemies we're all friends,
in the death of a villain we're debaucherous.