alien predator

along the predatory canyon way
those martyred darlings prance
with candied derrieres displayed
my heart jumps like this cock
with visions of a painful entry
her breath caught in her throat
I can remember how wet she was
that night on scarritt red divan
and how she captured my fingers
in her asshole her tongue a
weapon in my mouth I'd bite
her threatening blood she'd
come at that and ride those
fingers hard I thought they'd
break so who was the predator
in this thorny valley she used
me ran away ran back to him
never knowing where to settle
perhaps not even now

More dream situations. I do see this in metaphorical terms. The woman is the alien here, and the predator, but so is the author. Use and using each other, not even slightly aware of where it might be taking us. This is in fact a good description of how things actually came about at that time, some thirty years ago. There is an interior metaphor then. A discussion of human mating and its emotional content.