latex and lace

black lace encasing your devine mold
watching stilletto movements in the candles darkness
a thought arises of the method
(the plan of attack)

the petals of clothing falling
a flowers decay
to reveal the butterfly below

(a spousal warmth known only by the ring bearer)
he quivers at the touch
a rhythmic throbbing of pain
the ache of anticipation

an aroma embeded in the cortex
now a reflex to suckle and root
as the grip strengthens and limbs flex closer

pleasure on the horizon
her eyes fixed on the inner lids
lips trapped beneath the clench of teeth

soon the lordotic posture of release
as the mist runs between the finger-tips
loves scent between the blank sheets
lingers as a reminder of our biologic deed.

celestial

icy fingertips trace the path
lurking down the recesses of human being
deaths grip is in our midst
beyond the bevy of technology and hope
devoid in the intravenous chemistry of resuscitation

i held your hand in a single moment of pain and anguish
now i mentate on my role in your final days
did you think of me as another bearer of pain and demise
or were my words and human touch a moment of solace

i watched you suffer in that final eternity
a fetid decline of retching infection
your spine a literal open book weeping with death

now i stand watching your terminal agony
devoid of solitude and peace
no maam, we will not let you die, we will destroy that peaceful passage into the night
your death is a concert of clinical effort
a blitzkrieg of pharmacology
an impersonal symphony of the algorithm of pulseless death

the battle ends in a whisper
a warrior prepares for the next onslaught
the river of emotion, the tears of loss, another motherless daughter

your pain now beats in my chest
sunken in the depths of cortical reason
a mental checkmark on the path of clinical education