First Contact Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Her hair
a light corn brown.
Beneath luscious
living vibrant veil.
Soul sold bankrupt
in forced financial sale.

Is callously
brutally
drowned.


Her perfume
laced with maddening musk
drives young lust
into desire degenerate dust.

Men flock mindless
herded horny droves
driven flash-flood
gibbet gong gold rush.


Her dress
washed pale cream-blue silk
shimmers floats
beneath breathtaking perfume hair.

Cut in cute taste
invoking long-legged style
clings flirts elegant
outline seen cannot endure.


Her nails
are chilled white claws
outstretched fingers
flung shut escape doors.

Shredding membrane
wall pulsating sob suffering heart
desired dame stripped
twisted torn intestine insides apart.


Her painted finger-tips
as to coffin are strong nails
stone-weights dead-weights
placed upon soul set to fail.

Without journey’s end
hope lust life cruel fails
heroin plunge hit syringe
induced leeching fatal gale.


Living delicate decay life
soul since sold in bid sale
black scented soft silhouette
lace upon her stirs without fail.

Turbulent storm at eye
to unbeknown unbroken untested
can leave sweated calm
slumbering uncommonly tortuously unkind.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock