Coming Out

Meat is murder

Dropped by his mother 40 years ago
And safely suckled by another now he's grown.

He's never been here before.
Bathed, hair washed,
His own must subtle and tense under a sweet disguise.
Outside the club
Waiting.
Trembling at the edge of a volcano.
Stumbling to his feet for the first time.
Born again.

The door swings open and the noise staggers him.
Rocking before he starts to dance.
Ebony bouncer, white teeth.
Pay the price and he's in.

Scenting the nicotine air of the club.
Adventure.
Heat.Displacing air
Their world and now his too.

The beat insistent.
Tattoo.
The water in its bottle jumps to it.

So take this in.

Dreamscape.
Never seen but always understood.
Genetic programme.
Adrenalin rush.
Fight or flight.
Well learn to fight tonight.

Strobe lights make sinuous staccato
Grace grotesque.
Lasers over bodies licked with sweat.
A transparent camouflage.

Sink or swim.
Oh brave new world.
They are beautiful.

His dream.
A new smell.
The nostrils trace the scent - desire.
The designer body and the impossibly beautiful fuck.
This is the other life.
Always an echo in the brain.
The radar knew it.
And here he is.

Beauty on the plinth. Exposed.
Knowing and naive, the centre of the hungry stares.
Bright young animals.
Unaware?

He watches them
and as his eyes become accustomed
looks around the dance floor.
The predators?
The powerful?
The young male pack.
Moody, pent, restless, pacing
Affecting no interest.

But eyes keen and watchful.
Eying up the talent.
Pride of lions.
Wolves or lambs?
Scanning the herd. Making the choice.
Then the instinct and sudden fury
Of the sexual charge
Cutting out the most beautiful.
Committed to one
All or nothing
No going back.
Concentrating on their quarry.

Langorous, treacherous victim
Caught in the fascination of the predators stare,
Transfixed.

No teeth or claws needed for this kill.
Just the fatal strike of
A sexy glance
The swift disabling pose of pecs and abs.
The destructive bulge of package and taut t-shirt
The venom of the lowered eyes.
Paralysis of will.

Circling. Moving in. Face to face. Flesh on flesh.
The tender trap.
No escape.
Mouth on mouth suffocates and soon it will be
No futile struggle
Just a spectacular, heaving, impermanent death.
Mutual feasting tonight.

Panting
Both start to eat.
Meat for the first time this week.

Oh its beautiful to watch.
Nature at its best.
Red in tooth and claw.
He'll soon learn.

But for now the voice inside him says
Rend me. Tear me. Kill me
End tonight for me with the same sweet thoughtless energy.
Spill me on the dance floor
Expose my heart
Glut yourself on my meat.
Possessive, jealous, drag me off,
Finish me.
Abandon the bloody carcass in an unknown place
To black oblivion.

Food, fuck; its all the same.
Meat is murder.

But already he's no bloodless vegetarian
and understands that no meat is murder too.