Nerves grind sharply as freshly drilled teeth A rotted ghost of old Haunts in my sleep Warm acrid bile fills The back of my throat As Love soft peals Erases all my hopes Peeling back the moist corneum Of my eager flesh She exposes the throbbing source of My distress Her soothing glare Renders my bones of fat And lays them bare My Mistress, My Mistress! I have lost the will to Resist, You Wonderfully Cruel Evil Saintly Dainty Thieving Adulteress Who surrenders me No rest.
~AD~
Feedback builds a better poet...or makes a bitter pundit. ~AD