Sioux

I laid with you as an eloquent nude

Accepting every hour 

As another eccentricity

In a bath of your lemon curd 

A climax of euphoria 

From your full lips 

Down to the fat of your hips 

Counting thy blessings as

One torn rib of man 

Creating a cannibal's cave in the sheets 

While two tongues wilt like dying roses 

In an eclipse of atmosphere reminiscent of 3 a.m.

You light a cigarette while I play the flute

For this starless night as the face

Of a hungry child graces the television set 

Actors paid to enslave beggars 

For a petty flashing light

Encircled in smoke rings 

I still breathe fullness as pure 

As my once virgin tongue 

Now weaving between your teeth 

As you slowly capture me in your  jaw 

For pleasures unknown 

Plotting revenge like a sadistic fiend  

I am a cross at the scene of a tragedy 

Overshadowed by tall blades of grass 

A venomous hold sharp like 

The structure of your face 

Cheek bones give me lacerations 

Along my spine with intentions to please

Gagged and bound 

I have your disease

©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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