By Tara Nicole Walker

The darkest of dark
Head pounding
Blood pumping
Chains clinking
Voices screaming
A buzzing like katydids
Drowning, drowning
Clammy hands
Sweaty palms
Shaking body
Full of obsession
Gleaming flesh
Wet with sweat
Wet with passion
An insatiable appetite
For blood
For lust
The ullage of tears
Flowing down
(ever down)
The valor of kneeling
Before another
And being
Knelt before
Hot and humid
Breath, sweet
Wit heavy passion
My atmosphere