Queen Of My Desire Poem by William Blackman

From the burning bed of fantasy she shook and pointed
her undressed wing. A willing foot soldier for all her
pleasures earning badges with rashes and would be King.
Of course I'd toe the bleeding vine and rise to lieutenant
through her chills of time. In a resilient state I await
her coiled embrace looking in her eyes light has been
removed. She pulls me in for a kiss, a half septic potion
on her lips-purple passion glares on her flaring pits.
Wearing down my warrior's mentality weakened by the vapor
and the weed. Imprisoned by my mutant Queen she bars the
gate and buries the keys. Desire desire death by fire my
only wish is to live another dream.