Lost and Confused Website (Poetry)
-Untitled,
I seek the end result
of an escape from comfort
there it lays
on the snow in the night
where light
is received as a guest
with all the rest
in the sweep of his arm
mystery
black cloth warmth
his breath has no scent
Why does he recede
and feel the need
to escape
my hungry rape
of his sense deprivations-
the product thereof.