Starless Screams

Nights can be starless and extremely dark  
When we sleep in a house out on its own;
The creaking timbers emphasise remarks  
That I have made too teasingly; you've thrown  
Reprisals at me, now bound to the bed;  
Beneath the rafters, linnets chirp in eaves;  
But your cruel thoughts are bound to chaffe me red;  
From flushing skin to blushing grin, you weave  
Your wicked magic, as you build regret  
To an art form: malicious in revenge  
For words best left unsaid; you won't forget,  
Ensuring that each well-marked slight will cleanse  
My thighs with starless screams: each harsh caress  
Reminds me that I'm so caught in your mesh.