The Night I Took You Poem by James McLain

Coming in from the darkness you step forward to me.
You are the victim
and grabbed I am by you from behind.
Covering your eyes so you cannot come.
I look at you in the mirror your eyes wide in pleasure,
whispering in your ear you tell me to hurry and stand.
Seeing only white teeth I comply.
Suddenly I move to your bed of leaves left behind.
I can hear the night owls and crickets whisper.
Behind my hand and wide is your smile.
Exposing me, enjoying full this knowledge
that in a few short minutes I will be even more quite.
A mixture of pain and blood is your treasure.
As we reach the foot of the tree.
You place the ball where gag open your mouth.
And fasten it onto the other bald heads.
Laying about until now by I sticky unseen.
Tied by your hands to the root of the tree, I sing.
Upside down, spinning the world still your standing,
but, face down on the limb
so that your perfect moon is high in the air, I can't breath.