The Other Side

Who is he and why does he pursue me? This creature of the night emerging through the trees, sealing me with his lips Why do these unknown lips comfort my feeble mind? Spoken words seem fruitless as we run- barefoot and mad, tearing the beaches until we are torn from this horrid reality Is he real? Entwined, we share poetic thoughts and I find darkness within him This unknown-he stirs my sizzled mind I sense the source of my needs through him He leads me as we lurk through the depths of the desert floor Amidst the snakes and sinister serpents he speaks of Death with ease How it warms him as do the rays from the glancing sun Wait, where did he go? Inner voices send him yonder, searching for the vast unknown to which only he eerily belongs Through the heart of the Indian's eye he sees in own pain bathing from within-a need for release I dare to peer closer Is he in a trance? What is he? Out jump pupils black as night and wide as the wingspan of a vulture encircling his prey Why do I feel at ease? He begins to croon and I am forgotten His perverse escape of the mouth stings me and lingers I feel his climactic release Finally, we become one Why am I quivering if I am not in fear? What is this other side where tangible existence is faltered? Why did he bring me here? Am I drowning? He has eradicated my young mind- permanently I escape sweetly from torment and become taken Bare, we become lost to the chants, the violent shrieking laugh of the mad Who am I now? He brought me here to this fall to a splattered whole-a fall perhaps too much awaited Finally, we drown together Our souls-completely submerged