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
rape`possessed
vocal is raspy … carries
like a crime that breaks its back
upon the spotlight of my breasts;
a nipple sings the blues, thus creates a hue ~
I am that sunburst fracturing in his mouth;
nicotine strains my fingers – pussy & index
taste its pleasure while the rest of my flesh
fights the urge …
he has to submerge himself
drag
exhale
I
drag
and he
exhales
come back to bed bitch,
he whimpers like skeletons locked in closets
only visible through the plumes they smoke;
hair pulls through my scalp
as I remember picking dandelions
in the cold summer
one callous blow, and their fetuses scatter to the wind …
bastard children they are
in search of their fathers in all the mistresses
that had shaped him;
legs spread like withered wings
pussy`iron`butterfly, I wants to fly fly fly
but the air is oxygen`less
and crushes the lungs … he has a system
for lying on top of me, hips gyrate
pelvis rapes in rhythmic emotions ~
he humps
he breathes
breathes harder / faster / slower
then there`s nothin`
but a silence deadlier than death
and I want more;
I I don`t know what to make of his company
only that I`m obsessed with gazing at him
through a sort of a looking glass mirror … his cock
it stands high, erect, the tallest building
and I want to be a bird
and perch upon it, slip my beak
in between the crack of his slit
and purge the se`men
who have sailed my woman`ship
out of the harbor
only to have my broken body
float back in;
did I tell you I missed you, motherfucker?
missed the intrusion despite the illusions fabricated?
90 proof booze on the table
I am bent over the table
and I see the RCA spinning
a damsel in heated distress …
I smell cubano leaves burning
and hear the agony
of third world slaves
echo`ing from the cinders
smoldering in your mouth ~
your chest heaves wildly
in the land of sodomization,
your cock stretches my anal womb
each push is a masochistic thrust of trust
just don`t shit on my cock, you whispere`d
you brush back my pubic hair / wipe the tears from my lips
she`s coming up the stairs
and the best I can do
is swallow you in,
and pull you through
the broken hymens of society
so when the door opens
she`ll never know
we did things in the dark
DIVA of DARKNESS 