Monday, December 2, 2019

[Be Elsewhere For The Moment] a poem

It is not your wish to be taken as a whore is taken
 by a paying deviant,
but I cannot restrain that deviant in me
who desires the whore in you-

-so for the moment,
grit your teeth against the fabric of the pillows,
go elsewhere in your mind,
set your body loosely to be manipulated by savaged
 hands driven by a savage mind transfixed on that
 fantasy that has made you a captive initially-

-a woman you are,
a lady in that regard,
an equal, standing upright too,
tall and strong on this earth,
for this hour,
allow a malleable bend to live below your standard,
if only to please anothers’



-from [Labial Laughs]

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