Tempt

perched upon a concete raft, sailing over asphalt oblivion
a scarecrow, skeletal, parading androgyny
denim clutching ankles, he slithers, nocturnal
through the home of a tribe of bleached brass warriors

liberty crown penetrating his fragile skull
Bloodlust
              seeping
                            down
clutched by starving dendrites
yearning for a single taste
of ink bled from glass eyes
streaming down mannequin cheeks
staining her porcelein complexion

but he has no weapons - 
no sheild against the Beast guarding her castle:

the Beast -
Protects his possession
  Insatiable appetite
    Money for sin
      Pennies for salvation

he is nought but a fragile splinter, a toothpick in her teeth.

canary knees knock like cymbols
gueuing thoracic cavity orchestra

HE IS  PERCUSSION!
SHE IS HIS  MELODY!

drawn in by the equisite beauty of his plummage
her eyes never kissed by a peacock so fine
a bird of ebony, birthed from bushfire

                                                                  DOVE
a            in his own eyes, preening for a
    CROW

his vision obscured
her impurity exposed
in a Streetside Photolab
crimson as she burns on the sidewalk
reflecting his instictual desires

.lust.

and nothing more.
empty pockets.
shallow heart.
shame.
tears?

he withdraws from the halogen spotlight
as his dove is consumed by the night.
over.

And over again.