Sacramental Revelation
I want to taste fresh blood,
but a bite on your lips
or a kiss
on the vein of your wrist
will never suffice,
for I need a slice
of jugular
to satiate
the source of this passion.
I want to burn the sky,
but a bomb built on earth
or a burst
of nuclear fission from above
will not do the job,
for I’m hard
as a rock
with the urge
to press more than little red buttons.
I want to feast on raw flesh,
but that white cotton dress
or the sex
promised underneath its secrets
are not what I seek,
for the scent
of your skin
will not even begin
to kill the call of this craving.
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He also lets things hang loose here on his new FB page.