dark lover on a beautiful horse
you will not enjoy this, he alleged
as the inner child died in me
as the inner child cried in me
and the first drop of blood
dribs in the form of a delirium
stranded somewhere
between the oath of evil and
the darkness`s of pleasure
the second blood …
it splattered like a sunburst
because
we want dark lovers
on beautiful horses
but we instead get men
who shower us with flowers
and stand outside our bedroom windows;
no doubt
he sees my soul
when he peels back
the black lash of curtains
and seizes that lone tear drop
on your belly, he demands my body
a one hand noose wraps around my throat
the other guts, then splays open my wisdom
obscured by desperation; I need this `just breathe, okay?`
and he wants to do me
with a dildo and a vibrator
where one stimulates
and one penetrates
but my flesh is not the digital masque
these buttons that he de`presses
do not send me into a virtual ecstasy
why do you waste your time? I dare ask.
but there`s a fault in my system
a pheromone that calls to the unsavory
as he leaves me standing vacant
at the window
struggling to breathe
kicking my feet, pussy gushing blue
as I continue to feel the strangle
of his con`sexual violation;
he was a caller, a gentleman just before dawn
walking down that promiscuous dirt road
where the crossroads of my uncertainty
pointed the way in arrows; he never looks back
and I never look forward … I don`t know
if it even was a rape as it felt like winter
in bedlam
still … it was something even
if it had no meaning.
I light a cigarette and inhale
because it`s the best I can do for the moment
DIVA of DARKNESS 