Whipped
By her tongue, honey gold,
Tipped with steel lashes;
Eyes behold with narrowed ire,
Stinging welts; and crashes
Through the barrier of skin,
The naked perimeter fence,
A culture clashes in some
Past or present tense.
Substituting words to heal
With jackal-lipped unkindness,
Juxtaposing dark for light,
My love accepted blindness
At each and every stroke,
By her tongue, poison black;
I forgive and kiss her lips
For all the times she took it back.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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