Longing spirits and riveting black.
Stripes along your back worn proudly;
Boasting of victories long since passed—
Stirring up the loves you lost along the path.
Inner chords plucked, a playful vibration. Quivering
Pleasure crashing through riotous core.
Beliefs briefly put on hold; Cautiously
Approaching slow coursing ecstasy. Soaking
Thoughts in heat, setting hearts on a bed of coal.
No one to tremble under and lay silently praising,
All love has passed, leaving shallow lust;
Filling yet viciously empty
Tugging the tender parts, wanton crows
Pluck apart what’s left of a beautiful soul.
Fun Fact: This started as a poem about my cat, Bast. Then it became a little about me then a little about my at-the-time boyfriend. It’s an amalgam of sad, really.