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

Faint

“She smiled and feigned enthusiasm, although she cared little for the game.” 
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 The stroke of your memory taints
leaving lines barely seen
Like the taste of your love feigns
leaving songs barely song
The hunger left is soft pain
feasting on your touch
Smeared colors of your body trace
lost desires slowly die

Cascades – Metaphors of a new start

 “Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. – Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

Pour down rushing cascades

Filling the voids in hungry glades

Creation born in the splashing enclave
Swimming in the abundant rains

Pictured for me in the grand scheme
An image of strength for my soul’s need

A river flowing from a source so high
Allowing fresh life, relieving my deep sigh

Frolic in peace, the swirling water alive
I swim with ease, living I no longer cry