I close my eyes and tear apart the walls
those blank tan slabs that watch my youth usurped
by bags and sags around brown beads of lust
by weapons beneath his robes streaked bile and blood
my tan surroundings see what I refuse:
the touch, the gentle death that I await

The cold dry air crawls up my skirt and awaits
initial passing through these sallow walls
I try to firm as the wood floor and refuse
but the spark, the tingle, captures me, usurps
resistance, pleasure ruling, drawing blood
and in pain, I heave, I gasp, succumbed to lust

In cold there is a cloud of heat, our lust
the sightless mind creates, future awaits
desires, deserves, the spilling of the blood
to hang like empty frames upon the walls
converting, dreams from diamond eyes usurped
their once white beacon of hope does not refuse

their once white beacon of hope does not refuse
she sags on wooden legs, a slut, with lust
the man, of aging oils we will usurp
his past, his joy, a life perverse awaits
the power is mine, in vaginal jaws, tight walls
to stain his gray old creases with my blood

beneath my snowy breast, run veins, blue blood
can I, will I, suffer and refuse?
or should I harbor fire in these walls
to spew, inflaming that which throbs with lust
beneath his vile robes? My flesh awaits
to know, which one of us will be usurped.

The world before this box completely usurped
overrun with messy locks and streaks of blood
no vibrant colors, pictures, memories await
a choice, alone. Engage? Or do I refuse?
I cannot see beneath the robes, no lust
will breed within these banal, white-washed walls.

Anticipation, silence, I am refused
A subtle bite draws blood from lips, no lust
is here, awaiting walls

10/31/2008

Author's Note: Based on this image http://community.webshots.com/photo/fullsize/1204575148058024823xEIISp

Posted on 10/31/2008
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