the meeting

the meeting

The meeting of eyes. Across the room
They stare. His icy stare. His cold, hungry stare
Against hers, warm, passionate, innocent and
Lonely.
His coarse hands caress her silken face, far from comfort
She cannot move from forced embrace as she closes her eyes
And forgets her own pace.
The meeting of flesh. Her precious lips. Her warm, yielding lips
Against his, harsh, fixated, wanting and unforgiving.
He's tasted blood now he's wanting
More. Undoing her unwilling dress he's
Pushing her to the floor.
Sanity spiralling downwards, lost in a circle of
Hatred. Beauteous face contorted with anger, she hides and
Slams the door.
The clashing of desires. Without loathing they are alone.
His mind corrupt. His thoughts on him alone, her alone,
Together alone, she fears silently.
He's got her enchanted, terrified of the
Dancing erotica, undermining her mind.
Hopelessly lost in love she'll never find
In the beast who enslaves her, captivating and strong,
Suffocating her sight, leaving her blind.
The clashing at knifepoint. Gasping for air she grabs
At the blade. The beautiful blade. The liberating blade
Against him, his throat, torn, bloodied, broken and
Bleeding.
She's releasing herself with every slash of the
Knife. Lost in her madness, as she fears for her life. Slipping
Away, the world seems to spin. Her ashen face
Swimming with tears, with every slash of the knife.
The meeting of eyes. Across the room
They stare. His icy stare. His dead, empty stare
Against hers, wide-eyed, desperate, distant and
Lonely.