The First Urge Fulfilled
Flesh furrows up into tiny mounds
as time, heavily administered,
droops weighty, swaying unseen, like
Damocles, duel-edged and severe.
My sleep will be troubled.
Sweat hangs heavy from my brow,
catching and beading on miniscule hairs,
holding off salty eyes and saltier tears, like
Samson ‘neath pillars of marbled skin.
My back will not hold this Earth for long.
Jezebel, witch, rogue, rapscallion,
harried by urges and blood between thighs.
Lead one to sin, yet another to clarity, but
take from both a pound of flesh, to feed;
your braying young.
Keith Kennedy has published short fiction in Nocturnal Ooze, Midnight Times, Aurora Wolf, Anotherealm and Bete Noir, as well as the Aurora Rising Anthology. He has also published numerous poems in magazines such as Niteblade, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, Kindling and the Poetic Pinup Revue. In 2011 he was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Rhysling Award.
Copyright © 2012 by Keith Kennedy