The Field of a Dozen Dead Tribes (Part One)

I

Their arrival at the gate
the beginning and the end of the date
where they had agreed
to trust each other at the finish to leave.

The gate was gaping open
more than living communication
this was the threshold of the field
of the fallen fold.

They both knew
the social mistakes they made in conversation
but what they were about to do
would trod that false skin in to oblivion.

II

Like awakened he suddenly grabs her
in shameless banter uncaring
of his bad breath
ignoring the softness of her breast
he says:

You'd better run in that field of dead stones
did you bring your phone?
because otherwise I guarantee you're alone
your screams and your pleas
are all this monster longs for now
feed it and survive the night.

Like from some coffee house fairy tale
just here only death and no caffeine spell
she feels no shame in his coarse hands
but she resists to feed the monster
and says:

You foolish boy I thought you were a man
you will never satiate this monster you awake
I will escape to survive this contrived night
and dance upon your limp corpse
singing in delight.

III

They both were repelled by one another
feeling the guilt in the darkness of their word
but even worse was the smile of the monster
even better they'd awoken.

That last primal communication
in eye contact they have chosen
there was more than the physical corpses
surrounding this moonlit night.

To obey the fangs they've been barking
he stood his ground
and she began running
only returning one look back leaving
her phone safe in the bushes
making sure he had seen
and out of turn
she screams:
I'm never alone Kid
and he dreams
about what she means
and in a tender thought he thinks
standing in the shadow
of a twisted tree:
I'll bet she means me.

IV

The thought that forms
rappelling down the spine
regurgitated back up
from heart beats blind
like a weasel in mythology
these steeds are ready to part
from the traditions of these twelve tribes
only about half of which are stars
visible in specters of light
enlightening the grass
where life will breed
they grind and collide
their emotions in kind
destructive play
in an attempt to satiate
and survive this contrived night.

V

In her heavy breaths
so steady she's been training
occurring to her just this moment
is her wayward unladylike behaving
surprised that not all her wet
is sweat.

Oh to what end will be upon my hands
when I'm full of his seed will he still
my heart again and steal
my feet from the ground leaves
what he has awakened
this monster is quaking
but my feet are pounding
longing for his harsh hair
and as she speeds through
the shadow of a crooked tree
she dreams of how passionate
tonight's sex will be.

VI

And he waiting
he holding a cigarette would be
if he were as weak as common men be
and a tear forms about where this life has lead him
and the erotic joy he will soon experience
a second thought about the loneliness
his physicalness tries to cure
with his prowess in his style of sexiness
however tomorrow will be just as cruel
but this night his love
is his object ready to be fucked
he heard that naughty tone she had
he thought about hiding her phone
but she would get mad.

VII

She stops
this is where I'll hide and pray
that he comes upon my body quickly
because tonight I'm hot
and right now I've got vigor
and it won't be long until...

shhh she breaths and calms the infant's thoughts
about the random bodies around the course
and she brings herself down into the party
thinking if he can't do it I'll finish it
getting credit for owing no man her climax.

VIII

He begins to run
after her to bring fruition to this fun
and then he'll rest
beside her flesh and take what he truly needs
through his mind pumps what is rare
not the orgasm ten thousand times he's been there
but the smell of her sweat
while his palms caress
in over sensitive cuddliness
we'll talk about tomorrow's chores
and close the windows on all his previous whores
and her hand on his chest
laughing at their shiny godliness
even over a truly bad joke.

IX

Knowing the yin and yang
Knowing they both are the same
Interchange
They are bound by this wonderful love
And this perfect dream
This date supreme.