I
      Want
                    To
                             Touch
                                            You
                                                         Beyond
                                                                             Your
                                                                                           Skin.

Among the impalement
she feels
the creeping sensation.

Though sudden,
is the tender destruction
of her Rob Zombie *** act
left over from the complex she had from her church.

Its ****** views made her
desire flesh
in a morbid way.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.

in a certain space at a certain time
and then its all memories
tomorrow you will wake here
or in an eternal moment be gone