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Click hereblack leather or Lament of a Modern Mistress
I mark you
with stripes like war paint
on a paling vacation-sun freckled back,
lightly the leather dances
to the tune of your breathing.
You moan with a warm pleasure
that precipitates
a weary fulfillment,
but I am far away.
I am thinking of the twisted backs
of Chilean political prisoners,
of Pinochet's Martyrs,
ghosts haunting my world.
I am thinking of their scars,
old like memories,
tougher than leather
not these supple strips I hold,
but harder and unforgiving;
and I think of the unseen bonds
that tie survivors to their torturers,
refugees to their countries,
and you to me.
This is what I think of with each blow,
mentally composing protest letters,
for Amnesty International
while you grunt and spill
on my new carpeting.
I am not the things I do
when you appear at my door,
every Tuesday night, regular,
like your dental checkups or your annual cardiogram,
though all you see is
black leather.
Very insightful collision of different universes: political prisoners with BDSM!!!?
Killer lines to die for: keep it up!!!!
Thanks for sharing. I've highlighted your poem in the New Poem Recommendations thread https://forum.literotica.com/threads/new-poem-recommendations.904458/page-29#post-94869785
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Wow, this is so very powerful; rich with imagery and metaphor - a new favorite.