Black Peak

He hid under his black peak
That meant nothing to me.
His purse was empty
He looked beaten

I had crawled over him.
Let the firmness of his flesh
Press against me.
I had watched his sinew and bone
With great intrigue.

Relished the length of his body
Uninterrupted, I would worship.
Sit in near squalor,
Amid ash and broken glass.
The smoke hanging low.

Mesmerised.

 

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