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Ladyboy Lamentations

byCal Y. Pygia©

LOCOMOTIVE MOTION

Slow locomotive motion
Among the dead and dying
Trees catapults me
Beyond mountains
And I am free

But you and your shadow
Under which I've lived
(If existence
may be called living)
Chases me the way
Sunlight chases clouds
Across a pink and purple sky

And my thoughts turn again
Wheeling across the bittersweet
Landscape inside
My free and desolate mind

WOOD AND LEATHER STINGS

A swat or lash of paddle or belt
Astonishes the flesh,
Bringing tears and pleas
To be ignored as more and more
Swats swat and lashes lash
My buttocks until they weep
Red tears, like rubies, for you
To gather in a vial of Me.

My offense, I can only suppose,
But never truly know,
Is my audacity in retaining,
With my breasts, my penis
And my balls, incongruities
Of sex and gender worthy
Of wood and leather stings.

PERFECT BUTTOCKS

Perfect buttocks
Before a whip
Are marvels to be
Contemplated
Behind a wreath
Of cigar smoke,
With a decanter
Of fine wine at hand
With which to celebrate
My misery and pain.

"Buttocks like yours,"
You say, "are beautiful,
But they are perfect
Only when you are in pain."

WANTING CANDLELIGHT AND ROSES

We want candlelight and roses
With everything a blur,
Pastel and soft
As innocence undefiled
To remember
In our aged years
As happiness and love,
But I more often get
Fire and thorns instead
And colors harsh with blood,
Contusions for memories
Of hatred mixed with lust--

And yet when the telephone
Rings, I answer, and when
You call, I open the door
Of my soul to you,
Wanting candlelight and roses
Still, despite all the times
You've delivered other things. . . .

MY GIRLY TITS AND ASS

Lamentations are for the dead
And, despite your best efforts,
I remain among the living,
Wise, now, to your game,
Offering you no more of my breasts
Or buttocks, no more of my ladyboy
Penis and testicles, reserving them,
Forevermore, for mouths that kiss
And do not bite, for hands that caress
And do not squeeze and strike,
For penises that swell and grow
To fullness with love, not lust,
And you, my friend who was my foe,
Are left bereft of my heart and soul
No less than my girly tits and ass.

TOO DELICIOUS AND LOVELY FOR THE LIKES OF YOU

I used to wear purple tits
For you, but, now,
They're pink again, and what
Was yours belongs to me
Not only again, but always,
Firm and high and round
Like melons ripe with fruit
Too delicious and lovely
For the likes of you.

PYGMALION'S FAREWELL

Oh, yes,
You have eyes
To die for
And shoulders
Broad
And a chest deep
And abdominal
Muscles hard
As stone
And legs powerful
As machined parts
Assembled
In factories
And a back and ass
As sculpted as if carved
From marble
Just for me,
As if you were a male
Galatea made for me
But your heart
Too is stone
And it weighs more
Than I can bear
And so I leave you
Standing there
Pointing the way out
With your perpetual
Erection on display
For the admiration
Of the unwary
And naïve

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