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she suffers, to call it love
you are art designed by your own hand.
you are my poem.
I make you stand in the center of the room, having dispatched
you from your atelier. you remove your clothes, & I observe you
where you kneel. this woman you’ve become, who is beautiful
beyond beauty. so unlike me.
beauty that arouses the savage of my sex cravings. I must
abuse & violate you, to rape the gentle permissiveness of
my uncertain girl. because that’s how I am designed.
(in my contorted philosophy,
a woman is not defiant who rebels;
a woman is defiant who takes it.)
I become priapic, to invade your mouth: my fellatrix, my
grape crusher. by rote of my madness, I strike your face,
as you labor in your sublime bondage.
when you recline, I lick the maligned paradise of you, burning
my tongue on the small fires of your flesh. brutally, I penetrate
the cloven vineyard of your sacrament. hardened but unsatisfied,
I turn you, to drive into your most secret corridor, which, until I
corrupted you on some weeping yesternight, has banished men.
having shown me thus what a bad girl you are,
you submit to your spanking…
the door is never locked.
I think one day I may beat you more than you can endure, say things
that will make you cry the tears of your soul. call you vile names beyond
filthy whore, miserable slut, stained with the emissions of sexual
humiliation. you will perceive that you’ve suffered enough, even for love,
which ordains extraordinary suffering. and you will abandon me,
to chase your gypsy heart.
there will come a quietness then, a coma of silence –
there will be neither art, nor poetry…
(Art: Daido Moriyama)
Published 22nd Jul 2016
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22nd Jul 2016 8:26pm
Pygmalion and Galatea - the dark side of the story. A perspective neither Ovid nor Shaw had ever thought of. Fascinating!
22nd Jul 2016 9:03pm
22nd Jul 2016 9:15pm
23rd Jul 2016 11:38am
There's a deep sadness to this piece.
Submitting to the darkness...resigning yourself to the inevitable
Submitting to the darkness...resigning yourself to the inevitable
23rd Jul 2016 2:26pm
Such "seeming" cruelty stems from a deepened desire for Love to slay the demon of self-hate. The inevitable fate of waiting rests in a frightening prediction of future when even the innocent can't.
And then again, there are those looking for a reason to leave, and others who are destined to provide it by kicking them out of the nest.
And then again, there are those looking for a reason to leave, and others who are destined to provide it by kicking them out of the nest.
23rd Jul 2016 5:39pm
Those artful poses don't last long in your studio. The canvass is shredded and the bed stained. I call it fine work.
23rd Jul 2016 7:32pm
'abuse & violate you, to rape the gentle permissiveness of
my uncertain girl. because that’s how I am designed.' as am I.
my uncertain girl. because that’s how I am designed.' as am I.
Anonymous
24th Jul 2016 6:08am
Sir, darling, babe
you make me feel burns
of beauty
Like second nature, more than
a poetical fan
you make me feel burns
of beauty
Like second nature, more than
a poetical fan
