Deaths Last Drink
Another day another cut,
another wound I cannot shut.
The taste of eternity lies upon my lips,
another glass of death to sip.
Released upon the fallen I weep,
droplets of blood, they slowly creep.
Leaving a tale of woe behind their masks
slowly they fall to the forgetable task.
Just another dream in a sea of pain.
Just another wail in an endless scream.
Another puppet for you to call your own
ever lonely, yet never alone.
The decadent voice calls out for me
as hands entrapt me whilst I try to flee
Their embrace a cold and haunting cell
a place where I can call my hell.
What is left but wasted lies,
all I hear are mournful cries.
The dead they dance until sunrise
where they disappear from human eyes
And now I am one with their kin
The Rain CameI dug around for you for days, unhorsing
worms from clods of earth until I found the shine
that meant you lay beneath. You came
out of nowhere, you grew, you wanted to leave.
All I had was a shovel and a packed lunch, five pence
of foreign money, and all for you.
But i ran out too quickly and you wandered
off with nothing - not even flowers
from another tomb, not even stones
or the prayers hanging over long-rested
earth. You just went, in the way
that you do, and now I wonder
where you are and what you do for food
and succour. You mustn't worry.
I worry (who pulled you from damp earth) but you,
you run free. If there is anything you took
from me, know that I was always afraid -
for how you would know I loved you.
Poem - My SlaveMy Slave
I let the rope run thru my hands,
Feel my focus sharpen, submerging myself in this moment.
Aroused and ready,
The vision of his bound body unfolds in my mind .
Strong limbs slowly stretched; exposed to my sight.
He is beautiful.
The sight of dark skin
brings the earthy taste of him back to my senses.
The skin of his shoulders is cool to my touch,
But his cheeks are flushed hot with desire.
With firm hands I guide him.
His eyes flutter closed as I feel the tension slip from his body.
Gifting me with his total surrender;
slipping into a sensual, heady submission.
Firmly, and in a quick controlled movement
I pull his arms into a disciplined posture behind him,
Binding them. A gasp escapes his lips.
Light caresses to my skin,
A signal; an acceptance.
His trust is pleasurable; a feeling which I savor.
Tonight, I will hold him at the crest of ecstasy,
And submerge him in blind hedonistic pleasure