RAW LUST

The pendulum of time swings
Chiming leisurely with the winds
Harmoniously with the pulse
Of a heart so eager to please
Building a momentum
With the beat of the night
Dancing to the tune
Of raw lust

Nothing of commonality
Draws them together
Not the color of the skin
Not the language of their tongues
Not even their age
Only a need
A need of the pocket
A need of emptiness-
Vague
Blank
Abyss-like emptiness
That gnaws a man’s heart
Like a rat on a morsel of bread

She dances,
He watches
She dances-
Not for him to please
But to appease
Her ghosts of broken self
Dancing on the mirror
Across the hall
And he watches
Silently puffing
The smoldering cigar
And in his eyes,
A strange dance
A raw need
A blunt desire…

The dance hits the high
Bodies draw nigh
Soaking in sweat,
Out of different reasons
Momentarily succumbing
To the heat of the moment,
She gives up to him-
Unto his raw lust…
He adds a crack unto her soul
Handsomely filling her pocket
…But for what?
…A lifeless life?