The Danger of Her Allure

as she sleeps, i peek under her skirt



she begins to wake, shake her hair



her eye opens-and spies me



she puts on her make up
i get hard



come baby, come in.
don't mind the sentry



i lose my breath
her breasts grace the sky



she slips her stockings on



come on baby, come closer
you know you want to
want me to love you
and
i long to kiss her sweet thighs



the sky becomes her elogance
i am hypnotized
by her beauty



but i begin to feel small
insignificant
it grows dark
between her legs
but still, she beckons
blinding my fear



her legs close
her smell engulfs me
i lose my way
still
she says, come
come closer
inside me



darkness has come
i am inside of her
eaten
having eaten
and there is no
escape
her beauty
only the allusion
that broke my heart



Walking on a Cold Winter's Night

on the northern prairie
the sun settles in sublimity
a gentle mother's hush
into the blanket of winter snow

it paints the december ditch bank
where the shouldered pines gather
while careful does slide beneath
the skirts on their way to pond

over by the farm, the rooster goes still
as the last gasp of light
dims through the break in boards
while the outside wind echoes the sun's demise

over where the bare trees
mark the fence line, there is one
small and final explosion of blaze
before the stalks and branches turn shadow

on this cold winter's night
old men will peek curtains
to redless thermometers
while the chimney above billows gray

the lake will crack sharply at midnight
and the freezing maple will reply
the owls will sleep, waiting it out
while the moon grows a holy shroud

it is here, in this harshest of times
when life is at its fullest
it is here i am most alive
walking in the silent explosion
in the warmth, of a cold winter's night