In honor of NPM I found this poem in my files that I feel is both a good poem, and a good story. Short as it is, I could see this one at the beginning of a book/short story. It doesn’t fit in with Tabeth though, sadly. Maybe I should write one for Tabeth? Hmmmmm.
A Moment
Darkness glimpsed behind eyes of fear
innocence betrays to the inner, soulless peer
Beauty’s cast in despair’s cold grip
chills of pleasure tear through – to slip
From her limpid countenance
into my inflamed body’s trance
Then to her lips I give my heat
gladly to yield to her every beat
Till gradually paced her away
leaving ME to fade and prey
Fear behind my eyes of hate
Legacy of endless hunger to sate.
12/4/98
Maria Rich
