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MASOCHIST
In atramentous hours
Lust dances with anxiety
Availing shadow scours
To supplement futility
The poem written upon your sleeve
Tells of pain and of misery
And within the clandestine
Where you sought the nonpareil
Cruelty in guise of the pristine
Is all you wrought from parallels
Spherical mirror, ball and chain
Captured glimpse of true disdain
For truth demands you self-reflect
Or fall from reach of recompense
And yet...
His embellished eyes
Like gold-coated lead
Pull you further into crepuscule
And winnow the jade from yours
Your hunger pervades...
Pulled through the veil of safety
As you sleep inside his abbatoir
Comforted by a single orchid
In the midst of scattered corpses
And all the while, you've felt for another
Like a dim light in the falling mist
Reaching for that assuring hand
Cloaked in an even greater darkness
A fruit is what you were to him
To hastily be devoured
But fine wine is how I vision you
For I wish to savour the taste
Published 29th Mar 2018
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30th Mar 2018 00:16am
31st Mar 2018 3:23am
7th Apr 2018 5:00pm
Such powerful words... however, my favourite is the last dance - - - >
A fruit is what you were to him
To hastily be devoured
But fine wine is how I vision you
For I wish to savour the taste
PS ~ I adore reading your mind !
A fruit is what you were to him
To hastily be devoured
But fine wine is how I vision you
For I wish to savour the taste
PS ~ I adore reading your mind !
