Cruel – My body wears her marks –

 “People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.”
Yukio Mishima
 
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Cruel her whips of love,
Holding hands in chains
Giving a slap and shove
Cruel her feet lead away
Left with a subtle kiss
Leather and studded sway
Cruel her hands choke and rub
Enduring eager strokes
With angry slick gloves
Cruel her wet licks on thighs
Stains of lips and teeth
Bring to head deep sighs
Cruel the game she plays
In the morning lights glow
Tortured memories remain
First published in Opinionsofeye.com
05192013

My Chained Love – The neurosis of hanging on

“The scariest thought in the world is that someday I’ll wake up and realize I’ve been sleepwalking through my life: under-appreciating the people I love, making the same hurtful mistakes over and over, a slave to neuroses, fear, and the habitual.” 
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I carry my chain with me where ever I go. It’s a pretty chain. At least everyone thinks it should be. I take it in my hands and play with it unconsciously. I catch myself looking at it when I pass a mirror, or in a reflection on the glass. At times it chokes me, when I sleep it tangles itself around my neck and irritates me. I’m worried it will break and I’ll lose it, or someone will want it more than me and take it from me. I’ve had this chain for many years. I’d give it away, but I thought I’d miss having it. It scared me to think of the loss I would feel,  not being able to play with it, or for it to catch my eye. I don’t think a new chain would be as good, after all, how can you replace the years I’ve invested in taking care of this one? I’ll probably die with it after all….


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