Young Writers Society

This is poem # 2 for my lyrical poetry challenge that I designed for myself. This time, the song is called "Destroying Angels" by the doom-jazz band Bohren & Der Club of Gore. I highly reccommend checking these guys out: They're the perfect noir band.

Here's the song: http://www.last.fm/music/Bohren%2B%2526 ... ing+Angels

sorry it's only a 30 second preview clip, but it's still a great song. Just buy it off of Itunes. And now on to the poem:

Gently, dear, let us proceed,
down this hallway, dancing so slowly,
the music crammed in our heads.
As the rain falls outside, tapping softly
on the window panes, some secret message
that will go unheeded in the darkened night.
Not like I’m one to pay attention, as it were,
to any of the details that show up around me.

Let us sit down on the soft leather couch,
talk of subjects that matter very little,
and stall for a while longer, letting the anticipation
linger like a cruel demon, taunting so sweetly,
it stings the lust, whipping us into action.
But we still wait, as if for some miraculous sign,
as if we’re afraid that what we do is forbidden.
But loving you doesn’t seem to be a sin, in my eyes.

We don’t have much longer now, love,
I hear footsteps in hallway, beyond the door.
You pause, fear alight in your soft eyes,
and yet I can feel a smile tighten on my lips
as we await our judgment at the hands of
a broken man with little else in his life.
Why do you tremble so, my lovely lass?
It didn’t take much for me to twist you, did it?