Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Lovers Not

"Lovers Not"




Lovers Not

Games we play
hard edged 
tongues
where no word’s safe
ecstasy to abstain
blindfolded
to begin again
saltwater stings
where you lay
bound to another
never-slept soul
worshipping her 
alabaster shrine
your dream 
prolonged
spent legs of this journey
spread on your Dante cross
submerged 
you willingly
drown close 
washed clean
by her rolling ocean
sans perfume 
to taste the essence of skin
in shattered shards 
of moonbeam
reckless in your
loose agency 
a small price to pay 
where the heat 
from her words 
blow your
pages 
wet and hot
black feather quills
well oiled and cut
blood written 
no escape plot
Purgatorio and Paradiso 
Beatrice led 
you don’t beg
to stop
tied up tightly 
wanting to remain
mind-stripped 
no slow soft rope
Games we play

Lovers Knot

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



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