S&M Poems
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry
Masochist's Love Song
Take my hair
And we're halfway there
And together as we
Degrade Me.
You'll never care
And you'll never care,
So strip me down naked,
Invade me.
I'm only what you and I made me.
I couldn't be more
Of your whore
If you paid me-
I love you, it's there
In my hot, angry stare
But i'm only a lay,
And you've laid me.
Sufferer
I've put my forehead to the floor-
Clenched the dry, itchy strands
Of the rug in my hands
And cried, till i couldn't cry anymore.
I've felt myself moaning and keening
On my knees, like a scrubwoman cleaning.
I've caught my own eyes in the mirror-
Bright and shiny, aglow,
Just before the tears flow:
I've never seen anything clearer
In dark moments like these I believe
There is nothing so beautiful
As me
When i grieve.
The Ride
I saw him last
This past
November-
The day we rode around in his car.
His feverent touch is what i remember,
And how it glowed inside me like an ember
For so long after, stubborn and hot,
And how suddenly I had come so far.
He'd never know how hard i've fought
To follow his runaway train of thought
When all along it should have been plain
He had more than the vision of the clear-eyed
Insane-
He was more than a seer, more than a sayer,
And it was best to just drink him in the rain
Until petal by petal, layer by layer,
A dark wild flower opened inside,
Scattering animal cries on the air,
Blooming and full, afire, alive.
He proved he only needed one hand to drive.
Sweet abandon was my ticket to ride.
Heat
My cat is in heat.
She flatenss her young body
Against the floor,
Clawing the air, writhing in need,
Wide-eyed, not knowing what she's crying for.
Only knowing she doesn't want to wait.
You don't negotiate.
You keep me in distraught.
If there were nothing about you
Worth keeping but that
(And there very well may not)
It would be enough.
A knuckle, a cuff.
Enough: O Amazing Grace,
To be hands and knees in this craven crawl.
Contemplating the art of longing,
But still an animal,
After all.
All poems by Elissa Wald
A few more poems for you guys =D
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry
Masochist's Love Song
Take my hair
And we're halfway there
And together as we
Degrade Me.
You'll never care
And you'll never care,
So strip me down naked,
Invade me.
I'm only what you and I made me.
I couldn't be more
Of your whore
If you paid me-
I love you, it's there
In my hot, angry stare
But i'm only a lay,
And you've laid me.
Sufferer
I've put my forehead to the floor-
Clenched the dry, itchy strands
Of the rug in my hands
And cried, till i couldn't cry anymore.
I've felt myself moaning and keening
On my knees, like a scrubwoman cleaning.
I've caught my own eyes in the mirror-
Bright and shiny, aglow,
Just before the tears flow:
I've never seen anything clearer
In dark moments like these I believe
There is nothing so beautiful
As me
When i grieve.
The Ride
I saw him last
This past
November-
The day we rode around in his car.
His feverent touch is what i remember,
And how it glowed inside me like an ember
For so long after, stubborn and hot,
And how suddenly I had come so far.
He'd never know how hard i've fought
To follow his runaway train of thought
When all along it should have been plain
He had more than the vision of the clear-eyed
Insane-
He was more than a seer, more than a sayer,
And it was best to just drink him in the rain
Until petal by petal, layer by layer,
A dark wild flower opened inside,
Scattering animal cries on the air,
Blooming and full, afire, alive.
He proved he only needed one hand to drive.
Sweet abandon was my ticket to ride.
Heat
My cat is in heat.
She flatenss her young body
Against the floor,
Clawing the air, writhing in need,
Wide-eyed, not knowing what she's crying for.
Only knowing she doesn't want to wait.
You don't negotiate.
You keep me in distraught.
If there were nothing about you
Worth keeping but that
(And there very well may not)
It would be enough.
A knuckle, a cuff.
Enough: O Amazing Grace,
To be hands and knees in this craven crawl.
Contemplating the art of longing,
But still an animal,
After all.
All poems by Elissa Wald
A few more poems for you guys =D