THE NATURE OF THE BEAST

THE NATURE OF THE BEAST

S.JENSEN © 2014

CLOUDED EYES

BRIGHT WITH INTELLIGENCE

SHADOWS OF THE

TWISTED BRANCHES

OF THE FALLEN TREES

THE DRENCHED MATTED

HAIR MELTED TO YOUR HEAD

WOULD REMEMBER

EVERY DETAIL OF THAT

FRAGMENT OF A SECOND

IN THE FILMED FRAMES

OF REAL LIFE

LIKE TROPHIES IN

THE STORIES TO THE

PASSING YEARS

PICKED UP THE PIECES

WITH GRACE

CONSUMED BY THE

THOUGHTS AND VISIONS

NOW FOR KNOWLEDGE

OF THE SHARED WINS

AND ALL THE LOSES

AS IF A RAZORS EDGE

A PART OF YOU THAT

I PREFER TO BE IN

THE FAITH OF A DEEPEN

CURSE USED LIKE

TRINKETS

FINELY INLAID AND PERFECTLY

TURNED

WILL WE DRIVE ON

SUPPOSED LUST

LIKE A WEAKNESS

YET THERE IS A

MASSIVE THRILL IN

THE HUNT OF EXPLAINED

SUCCESS

TO ONES ALREADY

IN FLAMING SWORDED FAME

TINY MAGIC FLECKS

IN THE COLORS OF MUSIC

STIFFENED COURAGE

TO WHOM ITS OFTEN

SOMETHING THAT MAKES

YOU STRONGER

IN THE TINGLED KISSES

OF A MELODRAMATIC

OVER SPOKEN WANT

IN THE DESIRE

AND THE ESCAPE OF KNOWING

MORE WILLING VIRILITY

PLACED IRON IN MY BONES

AND FIRE IN OUR HEARTS

TO ONCE AGAIN

LIVE BEYOND THIS TIME

TIL IT CATCHES UP

WITH US

AS THE VISION PASSES

THE LINGERING FLOATING

CLOUDS IN THE SWEET

VIEW OF FLOWING HAIR

AND BLACK LEATHER

DELICIOUS SWEAT

BEATING DOWN

ON THE GLOBES DANCING

ABOVE IN THE SUAVE

MOVEMENTS

HEAVY BROWS IN

THE EXPLODED ECSTASY

OF YOUR PLEASURED SORROWS

I PROVIDE THE TRUTH

IN ITS NAKED RAW

HALO NOW CROOKED

PRESENTATIONS

EDGING AROUND

THE POOLS OF OUR

PERSONAL BEATS

TO THE BLISSFUL FIRE

AND RHYTHM OF HOURS

UPON HOURS

DAYS INTO DAYS

MOMENTS ACROSS

THE WORLD

TO THE FALLEN BEAST

THE FUEL IT FLAIRS

THEIR IS NO BETTER PULSE

THAN THE MELDING

OF THE WHITE HEAT

BLASTING IN THE FATE

MY ADEPTUS MAGI

WITHIN FOR THE INSTANT

COMPANIONED MASKS

UPON MASKS

IN THIS BLOOD

THE ENERGY FLOWS

AND IS SHARED TO FEW

AND SO FEW

SHRINED BY

WHAT RINGS TRULY STRONG

IN THE MINUTES OF MY

DRIED THROAT

QUENCHED IN THE

FLOWING CUP

OF LOVE LIKE IVORY

GOLDEN SMOOTH TOUCH

THAT CARRIES THE AIR

A LOWERING OF

DESTROYED LOVE

A HIGHER ONE

REPLACES ITS PATH

LIKE AN OLD FRIEND

COMING BACK TO SAY

I AM ALIVE

AND TO KEEP US

GOING FOR ANOTHER

DECADE SHAKING

OUR HEADS

IN THE WAITED CHANGED

YEARS THE RARE

CREATURES OF

THE REEDS OF SILVER

CAUGHT IN THE

AFTER MIDNIGHT SENSES

CREEPING THROUGH

DARK CORRIDORS

WALKING THE DEEP

NIGHT FOREST

AS THE WEIRD STRANGE

VISIONED DREAMS

FLOAT AROUND IN HER

EYEBALLS

OVER COVERED

SURPRISINGLY FAST

BURY THE GUILT

WITH THE LYING DREAMS

ENDING UP

PROPPED UP AGAINST

THE WALL

TO THEIR BREATHS AS

THE THIRST BURNED

IT WOULD NEVER

DO HARM

TO THE WHEEL AS IT SOAKS

IT IN TO THE WORLD

YOU LIVE IN

LICKED PATCHES OF SKIN

WITH HER TONGUE

TASTING THE COPPER

AND SALT

OF TIER SWEAT

IN THE DELICATE SCRATCHES

TO THE BACK

LEAVING ONLY

MOMENTARY MARKS

SUCKING UP THAT

WHICH WELLED INTO

HER MOUTH FEELING THE WARMTH

SEEPING THROUGH OUT HER

A EXTENDED VERSION

IN THE AIR FUMES

THE SMOKE AND FILLS IN

THE MISSING PIECES

IN THE BARED BARD

CRYING OUTWARD

LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW

THE CLOUDS REVEALED

THE MOON

SPEAKING TO THIS SPACE

FOR YOU TO HEAR

OH IN THE WRONG DONE

IT MUST BE RIGHTED

THROUGH OUR BOND

OUT TO A EMPTY BALCONY

ITS THE WAY IT IS

THE NIGHT BREEZE

BLOWS IN THE TASTE

THICK OF HUMIDITY

FASTENED DOORS

STREAM A RAIN DOWN

OH TO COME HOME

WITH IVORY IN HER

GRASP

TO THE NEW

MEMORIES.