His jaw unhinging
Give me the death crack of his spine
Whispering shafts of midnight
Moonlight
Give me the shoots of bamboo tongue
Cross-haired cloudy and toe-curling menace
Malice
Make these ebony walls ooze sweat
Pour sinister swirling silver streaks
Spilling humid hunger for
Touch
As a cathedral shredding the nocturnal shroud clawing
Collapsing
Bodies imploding
Pelvis disjointed and aching with
Nightshade and wolf’s bane
Hemlock and hymnals
Too rich for even the organ to play
Tune too heavy for even the organism to carry
Organ
Heartache
Cardiac arrhythmia
Irregular syncopation
Organic orgasm opens the mouth
The fanged jowls creaking in lacteal howls
Drink him in
There can only be one predator tonight
He an anomaly, a mirage, a shadowed visage veiled in twinkling vespers
Tear the faun flesh into masticated manhood folds
Forgiveness lurks in the twinge
Little Death
He is change, he is no good, he is abomination
Coarse razor talon teeth twist forked fingers
He is wolf, he is man, he is monster
Rip me into the pieces of ecstasy that paint his sky a darker blood moon bloom hue
Becoming the beast beneath the beating
I am changing, I am no good, I am abomination
Soft naked lips locked curling smile smoldering cinnamon
Drink me in
I am wolf, I am man, I am monster
Make me his insides; my own impure and infernal
Fan the flaming legs fan folded fully furnace flaring feeling fleeting forest fire fragrance
Flakes of humanity sink deep into the soiled sheets
Paper
Make me write, this creature
Cultivating, collecting, accumulating, within
Werewolf writing about him breaking
Me
Jaw unhinging
Silhouette against the man-skin drum-moon
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Zendrix Berndt is an emerging multi-racial gay poet. Born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri, he is currently a college student working towards becoming a successful multi-talented artist. He seeks to broaden the world’s understanding of all minority peoples and challenge the minds of today’s youth through the arts.
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