Scales

I saw a flicker of darkness
liquid shadow,
with its blood-red aura crackling,
enmeshed in shimmering black on black.

Gothic as hell,
This pretty predator
With its whipflash grace
And smooth veneer of detachment.

Words?
Words are superfluous
To javelin glances
And wicked little smiles.

And heart recognition rips
past rationality
On a warm, pulsing kiss
When logic's not looking, anyway.

So I got my first hit-
A sweet tang of seductive promise
pulsing its venom
Through my veins.

Invasive dulcet addiction, truly now,
To my flicker of darkness,
with his butterscotch voice
and sultry power scent-

for he knows his devastation well
and has bound me
with throbbing chains
I will not break.

Fragile trust.




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