Category: Poetry and Prose

Play kit

she put her lace-up
thigh high boots on
as the final touch
before leaving for
the special call

she swiped in
walked straight to
the plush velvet bed

she layed out meticulously
gas mask
ball gag
cuffs
ball lock
flogger set
strap-on

and kept
the digital scale
in her play kit
underneath the bed

he was a special one
to her
she almost loved him
in her
faint conscience

she completed the
2 hour assignment
he was exhausted
and satisfied

instead of
feeling disgusted
as usual
this time
she felt
a sense of beauty
glancing over
his vulnerable
shriveled body
a dear little lamb
unawared of its fate

it was time
for her pleasure
and gratification
she took her time

Chopin op 25 no.1 on repeat
crimson spots and sprays
raw primal smell
metalic light salty
the latex gloves
stopped her kinaesthesia
she masterfully
dissected the lamb

she pulled out the scale
weighted
the heart
then liver
then kidneys
she bloomed
an orgasmic
smile

Internal voice

I saw you holding her hands.
The way you looked at her
spoke volumes.
It was so loud that
my thought would never
be heard.

I know I love you.
If my head says otherwise
my heart betrays me.

I am left wanting
the most idyllic place
in your heart.
Only echoes
reverberating in my
new found reality.

Through your lens

Is that really me?
I have lost that smile
for a decade.
For the first time
in a long time,
I look ahead without
the fear of sunset.
It is all because
the safety I feel
through your lens.

To know when

when people are hurt
we go and hug them
to feel better

when you are hurt
I move away
so you can
feel better
again

some comfort
is from touch
some comfort
only comes
from restraint

Magnetic pull

I was thrown from the pedestal
to the cold floor
scattered about like
a pile of tempered pins

My mind rushed to all directions
attempted to secure a clearance
pleaded for calm and still respite

You showed up
like a magnetic field
allowed the space and silence
pulled my head straight
towards you
my being reunited before
I made the final dash to you

Our hands and feet
foreheads and noses
lips and chins
mountains and valleys
all intertwined in
the voltex of
magnetic pull

Connection

we spoke in silence
we removed desire
and
replaced it with love

The prodigal daughter

car tyres roll on
the crackling pebble road
I drag my laden footsteps
to the yellow mud brick house
the door of my childhood flung open
grandma greets me with
her broad smile hung on
her criss cross face
my body quivers
at the sight of
the new fallen snow
my heart is filled with
flushed blood of
coming home

Movie

some memory is like
a movie that
we don’t want it
to end

so we just let it play
to one third
not to drift into sleep
but rather
holding our desire
to the next
and the next
never ending