sonnet 6: a serious darkness
The man has a serious darkness.
repetitions are not music to him.
her flesh revealed in holy starkness
to indulge in her sins on his whims.
Tied up and gagged, there is no beauty.
soft stickiness clings to finger tips.
no way forward except through removing
and refilling her lips or her hips.
burning away the deadwood of the soul
he is not a wild fire but a flame.
a living sacrifice makes him whole
a game or not: he is entertained.
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
do the fly and spider... share a trust?
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