Union by Gary Beck

reflections come, go,
remain sullenly poised,
posing in some venereal show,
passing in venal promenade,
wines on an east river terrace.
The blonde cannibal smiles,
her ravenous mouth
corrupt with midnight couplings,
that beautiful mouth
how many nights fastened on mine,
then gushing obscenities,
until our bodies joined
like two ferocious beasts,
finally screaming comecomecomemmme,
afterwards falling apart,
two strangers in a soiled bed,
strangers with dirty souls.

Copyright 2009

Author’s Bio: Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His short stories have recently appeared in numerous literary magazines.