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