the garden

shadows of two under the moonlight
strolling into the gray and dark garden
where the dead and deceased rests
with tombstones of marble and rundown tiles

a flat slab of R.I.P ANDREW FALL
her dress ripped as she fell onto it
panting, heavy breathing after the long stroll
to the final destination where all would be fulfilled

serenades from the crows watching from the trees
the touch of the ice cold breeze
staring into his eyes as he came onto her
hearing the sound of cloth tearing apart

nothing seems to matter
the garden belongs to them
this night is the night when the dark meets the light
insatiable.. irresistable... devourable..

as he moves into her
owls started hooting to their rhythm
the sound of moans and panting
are the music of their sanctuary of love

her bare chest for him to devour
her womanhood for him to take
his naked flesh is hers to taste
his life-giving white blood for her

smothering him into her breasts
as he motioned himself back and forth
the rapturing fluid flows
the warmth and enticing clear blood

squaking from the crows
dark hoots from the owls
nothing peeved them
from the heaven that they were in

she left on him a bite
like a vampire craving for blood
he left in her his life-giving blood
tantalizing, intoxicating, seducing

like wolves hungry for meat
devouring each other's lust
like the smell of blood for sharks
so is their white blood, so alluring

the eye of heaven came peeping
it's time to go, and leave this garden
panting,all weary and worn out
yet alleviating, satisfying

a time for abstinence
till the next encounter
back in this garden of death
but, life giving pleasure