Deadly is the Night

Deadly is the night…
She walks into the room, a freight train of indecision.
Exploding through my presence like a wave crashing on the shores of disillusions kiss.
My one and only.
Fierce.
And I wait in slow motion, dying just to follow the sway of her hair as she floats across the floor to a determined destination.
A macabre scene.
A desert of knowing.
She turns as she glances, reading me like a cheap smut magazine.
I am exposed in the moonlight.
My eyes hidden beneath the darkness of her casted shadows.
Her stare rips right into me with a jagged rusty blade.
She is skeptical of the blood pumping through my veins.
My heart beats faster, boiling with memory and cognition of what was once ours.
It is now mine alone.
She takes a seat amongst my fiery disposition.
Like a cigarette begging to ash, it is time to take that ride.
Defying me with her eyes she agrees. Venturing into midnights passed. As this beast ventures down a highway of unknown destinations,
She throws her head back.
Her hair rushes passed catching my ear,
Finally resting on a breeze that carries whispers between two lovers

locked at the knees….

--- Oroginal Poetry by Author

J. Montefusco