The Masochist Ode #3
Author: Pantheris
Filed in: control, pleasure, pain, odeWould you rend me into
nothingness, would you take
my spirit and crush it to
your shape and fancy?
There is a fierce ardence
that punctuates your senses,
especially when we shift
from hobbyists to artisans in
wielding oiled braids and leather
strips. There is a human music,
you tell me later, in breathing,
especially when it moves from
laboured to serene in the aftermath
as they are contained within
the four walls of the room -
like keeping a secret from
everything else outside.
Convergence, caresses,
four eyes broken in pairs
previously on each ends of
authority and control now dive
deep into each other and
feast in mirrors of the self and reflect
mute, unknown but immortal sublimities.
Then, a sensual sorcery
before everything and nothing,
that fuses two souls together
in the deathless pleasures of sleep.
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