Heaven In Strobe Lights

   

Bring me heaven in strobe lights,

come rove and explore;

reckless hands, all inhibition,

cast wanton, to the floor like the skins,

of forbidden fruits,

beckoning

and craving, voyeurs ache

to be you,

or I:

hard-backed against the wall,

in this slow-motion room where dark angels

all call, immoral and teasing,

at the cliff-edge of cruel, until we tremble and ache

with the yearning truth

of every white-hot touch 

and caress… Sullied beautiful throbs and sparks

against tenderness, and I want to be wholly

and eternally

undressed by gentle claws and a

wild 

velvet tongue…

I dare them now...ask us to leave…

…such pleasure cannot be wrong.