You have me chained to your wall,
mouth dry like desert sand
but all I can do I wish for the pleasure
you give by torture
the pressure of your thumbs
making indentations in the soft skin on my neck
choking and ensuring that I am lightheaded.
You are my master
my beautiful tyrant whose face I haven't seen yet
whose lipes I haven't met yet
but whose tongue I have owned since I could pronounce your name
we are all insane here
maniacallyrising until we fall
and still climbing
elegantly as if we were
a crescendo coming down to start the cycle again.
pillage this body until you've had your fill
and I am left sick from consuming the sweetness of your flesh
heavy and thick left on my palate.
I still hunger.
I am a mess,
quivering at your feet
tender from the long nights of remembering
how you came for me
and bared your stark naked chest
and marked the place where your heart was
and asked me to touch it.
I swear terror never felt so good
and that blood couldn't rain fast enough to match
my quickening Armageddon;
that Lucifer held breath for the many seconds
I searched your sundered carapace and found Heaven
in the brokeness and the wreckage.
I died a thousand deaths
and begged for it again; to be overcome with your madness.
Beat me until I have been shattered by your hand
until I am writted in boldface
screaming your name
raving and cravinf the touch of your fingers.
My eyes bloodshot and beholding where my wrists have been cut
where you have escaped onto the paper
spelling ou pain is splendor
In scarlet letter
tethered to the line
with vices that are welcomed as virtues
here is where the poem begins.