In the handling of primeval desires.

Primeval thoughts hurried
down the corridors
of heaven and hell
screaming
but this was not
“dressed to kill.”
No! This was ...
the ripping off her clothes,
undoing her bra
as open mouths
searched blindly
for one another,
the untying of his belt,
the fall of the zip,
the mark of man,
the naked beast,
the parting of her ways
then the desires
were all over.
Was this love?
No! It was all an urge
even carrying the club.