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Click hereMany thanks for BlissMara for helping me to refine this poem into something worth publishing! And thanks as well to Mayday Pilot along with Paul4Play for their reviews and suggestions.
Being his lover means loneliness
In the sense of being alone
Not lonely,
she insists
Because her life
is full already
Of family
Of friends
Of work
And, the chickens
Moments with him,
Seized
Misbegotten
When his wife permits
Or remains unaware
The woods,
Your place,
Now.
He demands
Am I just an animal to be
Fucked on all fours in the woods?
Do I not deserve to be fucked in a bed?
She chafes,
Enraged
Embittered
Aggrieved
And yet, excited
I agree
I despise him for degrading her
A demeaning roll in the hay
She deserves so much more
But she loves him
She craves his touch
his blindfold
his whips
his ropes
She accepts the woods
His crude offer
Acquiescing
Because she loves him
Because of him
she
Is
Unrelentingly
Lonely
Followed a suggestion and a link from NoTalentHack to this poem, and I have to agree with his comment on your poem... sensitive and expressive.
Not my usual genre to read, but I'm glad I did follow his suggestion.
OK so fully admitting I'm not a huge poetry guy.
But this is a darkly intriguing piece.
A little confused on the last perspective change.
It's her, then him, her again, then... someone else? A friend? An observer?
Tells a much longer story in only a few words. Kudos for that. 5/5
Wow, this is a super powerful poem. I found myself holding my breath, moving from one line to the next. You have conveyed such raw emotions beneath the surface.