Finger Tips

Turn of the moon,

Wrestle the tongue.

Wrestle of white on thickening gums.

Whistling lips from a forked tongue.

Saliva drips on a foaming lung.

Eyes golden brown,

Liquid gold glazed

Yellow that takes in my sound.

In the teaming midnight glaze.

Tearing gaze from the moonlight,

on a harvestful night.

Fitful frights, fitful tears on a Halloween night.

Chuckle of masters of sharp canine teeth.

Let them howl, for they prowl with their hallowed-ass reach.

Claws will dip, fangs will snap.

Clamp and shut over gurgled red throats.

Lifting off in the night with a brush of clawed toes.

Take your breath, take your last,

On this Halloween night.

For the things that shake the bushes will do more than give you a fright.

Drag you off, make you scream, take you into the seem.

Hallowed hands, hollowed eyes with their devilish gleam.

Take your breath, take your last,

On this Hollowed-Ass Night.

Scrape of boots, scrape of nails.

Because you're in a fight.