Heavy Hands

Large in stature

Gentle on the eye 

We walked to beat

The darkening sky 

He led me through 

The silent park

Our shadows followed 

In the dark 

We halted on the bridge to gaze

Upon the fiery orange blaze

A sunset pool

Last trap of light

Before the blackness be a blight 

On our livers

Alcohol consumed 

To ease the shivers

Gulp to keep going

Mountains of mosquitoes 

Lay dead beneath the glowing 

Pink neon lights 

Black, fried and broken

Your heavy hands on my face

Around my throat, betoken

A similar fate for I

If, by dawn, 
One cannot be woken

The end is nigh

...

I take your lip

Teeth sink down

Your hands cover my face.

©Shay Crinkle 2017