O' Man
Man, mere mirror to
my own vanity.
Voyeur to my pleasure and
excessive indulgence,
I pleadingly polish its
delicate surface –
humour its sturdy frame.
In that pungent darkness,
all I feel is skin –
all I hold is an
imprint upon sheets,
a skeletal reminder
of solitude not
yet rotted away...
And all too quickly does
light bleed through black-out blinds,
carving a silhouette
beheld by stubborn eyes
of a bitter-meek girl
bedraggled and bare,
eyes white with delusion
and untameable hair.
Should I scrub the pane clean once more
and gaze upon my youthful glow
in the midst of sweet desire
but forbye tempestuous woe?
Or should I smash such delicate glass,
scar my drapes of milky flesh.
Let blood pulse from my neck,
down my shoulders,
over my breasts,
round my navel,
among my thighs,
and let her lick it off?
my own vanity.
Voyeur to my pleasure and
excessive indulgence,
I pleadingly polish its
delicate surface –
humour its sturdy frame.
all I feel is skin –
all I hold is an
imprint upon sheets,
a skeletal reminder
of solitude not
yet rotted away...
And all too quickly does
light bleed through black-out blinds,
carving a silhouette
beheld by stubborn eyes
of a bitter-meek girl
bedraggled and bare,
eyes white with delusion
and untameable hair.
and gaze upon my youthful glow
in the midst of sweet desire
but forbye tempestuous woe?
Or should I smash such delicate glass,
scar my drapes of milky flesh.
Let blood pulse from my neck,
down my shoulders,
over my breasts,
round my navel,
among my thighs,
and let her lick it off?
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| ~ posted on Instagram - 1st July 2021 |