Bloody Love Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

In a torrential downpour,
My face drenched in blood,
Humor mercilessly washed away,
Love glowing with a sinister shade of red,
Roses floating through the damp air of our despair,
Beneath the grim grey sky,
A halo manifested over my head,
Indeed, it was Love she cursed upon me.

The solace of her body,
Entangled in my hefty, bulky physique, brought forth calamity,
A history etched upon the rocks of our progenitors.
Stripped bare,
I could feel her melding with my loins,
Thrusting and emasculating my manly pride,
Sounds of sadistic ecstasy enveloped my senses,
Creating a bond for eternity.
Gently caressing her sculpted thighs,
Unlocking the secrets of life,
Navigating the contours of her storied physique.
The warm silkiness of her perfection beckoned to me,
She clawed at my armored back,
Etching scars as though they were sacred texts,
Salty sweat dripping agonizingly sweet beneath my skin,
Breathing heavily,
My soul attempting to disentangle from my exhausted body,
Rocking back and forth,
She loomed above me,
A triumphant conqueror...
...But I refuse to be vanquished by the ruler of my own domain.
That thought prevailed.

I fought back,
Pushing her against the walls of my fortress,
Steadily gazing into her tear-filled eyes,
Her moist lips,
Violently reclaiming my strength,
Desire surging through my veins,
My blood reaching a boiling point of unyielding vigor.
The intoxicating aroma of roses on her neck,
Plunging my mind into a vile abyss,
The softness of her ample bosom,
Enraged my masculine nature,
Transforming a man into a monstrous beast,
I thrust my royal sword into her with brutal force,
Again and again and again,
Her cries fueling my destructive frenzy,
'Oooooh! ! ... Mmmhmm! ! ' I heard her moan.
My deranged mind spiraled out of control,
Fueling my power.
Anger surged through my fingers,
My mind ensnared by a sensation,
Reserved only for deities.
I heard myself ROAR...
A thunderous roar echoing from the abyss of my darkened soul,
Loud enough to diminish the roar of a jungle's mightiest king,
Her gasps akin to those of a startled gazelle,
Transforming me into a ravenous predator.
I stabbed and ravaged her with ruthless conviction,
Piercing her vulnerable core,
Determined to plunge her into the depths of depraved euphoria.

My mind went blank,
All that possessed me,
My blood,
My body,
My mind,
Vanished in an instant,
Transforming Earth into a heavenly realm,
Titillating my precious gem of life.
I could feel her enveloping my essence,
Absorbing it fully,
Breathless,
Wet,
Sweaty.
Her feminine scent drawing us closer,
And inevitably, Love,
Infecting me with sweet triumph.

And there we remained,
Trapped in the rain of our transgressions,
A gift so precious it consumed our greed.

A slumber as profound as death,
Softly claimed our broken and exposed shells,
The rain raining down a love tainted with blood...

O.M. Hajane