Atonement

Atonement comes to me
In my dreams
Dressed like a nun...
Blindfolded
Wearing black leggings
With crotch less panties,
Holding a whip
And a cross
Between her legs.

She sits in an oversized gothic chair
Wet, like tears
The moon, standing over her shoulder
Watching her movements
Like a medieval bodyguard.

Her sticky fingers
Summon me to the carpet.
I greet her at the edge
Of the red velvet runner,
Bowing to her feet.
She takes a drag from a rain cloud
And exhales....
The wind screams in my face
Daring me to breathe.

In the dark
She smells like violets
And whores...
Raindrops and cum.

With a glance,
she removes my eyes
and places them
inside her mouth.

She dreams in color
Kaleidoscope mirrors-
Pink drops of skin hiding traces of tattoos
Written in candle wax,

Silver casings embroidered with scratches
Collected like timber from black forests...
Emerald glass nights filled with water
Choking groans that point at words with dirty fingers
Causing murmurs amongst a gallery of puppet strings
Entangled within strains of her hair
Fucked by ghosts
And pain
Secured by rope
Tight
Neutral
Living in gray matter

Her tongue tastes good
In my ear
Taking her time
Licking my wounds
Spilling droplets of manuscripts
Into my hole
She wants to fuck the love
But, I resist
Tighter, squeezing my horizons
Until they can no longer hide
Exposed
To scenes that stretch me across the floor
Like rug burns
Asking for more

And more
And more...

Breathing into a blindfold of prayers
In front of tulips  
Soaked in darkness
Craving sin
The rain is falling
Burning
Like pleasure, open wide
Placing the layers back into their religious cave...

I am the slave
Bleeding for her
In cardinal red....
With a smile.

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