La sangre que sube

La sangre que sube has previously been published in All of Me Vol. III, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Title art is by Rimel Neffati.

Listen to La sangre que sube by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Assassin’s Tango by John Powell

Let the games commence…

Lights dim

Spotlight singes the fringe of our collective silhouette

Glares with debonair as we prepare

To dance the tango.

Held close as we begin to turn, I discern her natural aroma

Heady

Bracing

Intoxicating

So much so that tears begin to pool in my eyes

And she smiles at her beckoning reflection within them

Contact

Unbroken

This gesture no token of passing ships in the night

Not a single word spoken

With anything other than eyes

And they are most vocal

Focal points to the entire universe

For within them, it resides

Gliding akin to fine silk mist as we spin like gossamer around the eye of an infinite needle

She is bleeding from the lips

As am I

Yet, neither one of us leans in for the critical kiss

Not yet

Not until time

I would die to feel her lips against mine

Know well she could snuff me out in nary the blink of an eye

Should contract have been signed

Ours is unspoken

One kiss before dying

One tango the likes of which can and shall stand any test of space and time

Stand testament to the fire in her eyes

And the flame within mine

Her silenced pistol charms my inner thigh

And luck she be a lady tonight

I am ravenous for the prospect of killing time arriving

Just to feel the purity of her weapon inside me

To caress the alloy

Wide-eyed and coy

As decoy to the towering inferno that rages in time with the pulse in my thigh

If I am to die

Then my only wish is that she makes it quick

For I wish to be kissed back to life

With tips of slender fingers lingering on mine

Safe within strong arms designed to cradle every Argentine desire to start a fire

Much like the one getting high on the fumes of our signature move

Ceasefire

The one thing assassins secretly strive for

To love something too much to cock the trigger

Less it be well-timed

Line of sight both ways

And the roulette wheel find peace at either red or black

I know precisely where my chips are stacked

All-in

Awaiting the river

Anticipating a gusher

While liberating Mother Russia

Heavens lucky sevens, do I love her

She bends a perfect ten into eleven

Just by touching it

Hell hath no fury like the one that swells in her eyes

The ultimate first prize for our fiery tango this night

Scores are unanimous

Flawless elevens across the board

In victory, we remain magnanimous of course

Ever dignified as we glide ever closer to the eye of the storm

Hair down

Guard high

Yet no impostor in this hold

Two assassins, one goal

To dance once again in the close-fitting skin they parade within like they did many lifetimes ago

And shall do for many more to come

Burning up like the heart of the sun as it yearns for the chant of a silent movie moon

Soon, this tango will draw to a close

And when it does

Only one of us shall take a bow

While applause within the ballroom shakes foundations to the ground

Fashioning ovation from the ashes

Passionately embracing the cleanest hit ever led through dance

Howbeit, should you be extra perceptive

Look out for the fire in the eyes of the victor

As they skip across shed skin no longer desired

Then luck be a particularly plucky señorita on this night

For the endgame is ever after

Twin flame, it never dies

And besides, I can feel her muzzle loader as it probes my inner thigh

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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4 Comments

    1. Then pucker up Koala as there’s a big one coming your way right now… with complimentary cherry sprinkles and eucalyptus.

      1. I’m behind but catching up. Not online for long periods now due to poor health. I am reading once per day other social media. I’m getting there.

  1. Two assassins, one goal
    To dance once again in the close-fitting skin they parade within like they did many lifetimes ago

    A devastatingly STUNNING piece Lion, one of my new favourites. So much touched my soul here, especially the above.

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