DARK MISTRESS
Michael Pendragon
Helplessly bound
Her satin ropes coiled round
My heart and soul like hungry jungle snakes;
My black laced mistress strips
away
The layers of civility that form
My statue-like veneer,
Till thoughts race back ten thousand years
To run with wolves across the savage plain,
To ravish and be ravaged in the sun.
There's no escape
From oriental
knots
That wrap my body
in her spider's web,
Trussed up as though a sacrificial beast
Strapped tight
between a pair of bloodstained stakes
And on the altar
slain;
An offering to primordial beings
That dwell in shadows
from a distant past
Where bloodlust
boils like a witch's brew.
Stilettoed boots
Click-clack upon
the floor
As naked breasts
heave forth in passion's chains,
Suspended on the brink of love and death
My thoughts strain
to explode,
To seek release; emotions long restrained
Constricted in a
living prison cell
Spill forth in wild rapture as her spell
Envelopes me
forever in its hold.
