Art Incarnate

Savage heart
Trailing through a valley of knives
Westward ho!
The matador has felt the horns
The climax has abated
Drenched in the blood of our ancestors
I felt the last pangs of truth
Smothered in your breasts
Our hearts lost in a dark jungle
Reminiscent of a tender and fateful journey
I found you at last
I rejoiced to the stars and the moon
Our tongues entwined
Your embrace crushed my bones
You are art incarnate
Tempered by the rational
I wish I could strip you of all reason
And burrow my way into your heart
The sun radiated from your face
The ripped undershirt you wore ensnared me
A walk through the brush I cajoled
Your lips touched mine
And all was changed
For profit or pleasure
I saw the anger and the love
Sometimes I think the two are the same
Did I look dejected dragging on a cigarette?
Show me the trail of dirt
Through the foliage
To a place you once called home