A poem written for and inspired by Real Toad’s “Sunday Mini-Challenge: Paramour“, the amazing challenge written and designed by Brendan over at Oran’s Well.
(photos of eduardoizq)
It is like shedding light, and looking into the mirror
Naked and burning and unashamed in fever
Drop the platitudes you hide in like you
Dropped your panties onto the tiles.
Drop the cage you have lived in like you
Dropped your bustier.
Touch your curves not shyly but curiously
Looking at your body like he does. Look at it
The way you always should have, through your nature—
That wild forgotten forest.
The ever present burn he has shot you with-
an injection of a fine heroin
Heady and lost, but found in some
Kind of ache
An ache you’ve always had but silenced
And his mouth has opened yours
And his words that fall read like a promise
You are about to lose a virginity
You didn’t know you had.
“I own you.”
Hands, his hands everywhere, in your hair,
On your throat.
“Your heart and body belong to me tonight.”
Submit yourself like a fallen bird to something
So hungry—someone as alone and ravenous as
You are—both of you ripped open to your
He assaults your limitations and spreads you like night,
Jabbing his arrow into your center
And giving you peace in annihilation.
Look into the mirror, your eyes two black
Solitaire spheres, lost in the pool of lust,
Lost in thinking how your minds unravel each other’s,
How his certainty and control only gives you
Permission to let go and be taken
Entirely, trusting the hands of your captor.
Lost in how you are driving him into
What he needs—no control, no limits, only nature.
Lost in how he is driving you into
Your needs—relief, a breaking, a release
–release from all the mirrors you’ve held
Up to yourself, back when you didn’t
Even know you were suffocating in
everything you have judged
Yourself on, everything law you
Have been governed by.
“You. Are. Mine. And I am going to break you.”
And then his sweet murmurs, whispers that
Remind you of how he read you poetry, the
Two of you naked in his white sheets.
And hunger grows like wildfire, you cannot get enough
Of this intoxicating strangeness, drunk on this existential
Affair, this music.
Hunger must be fed, wildfire spreads in that forest
He made you remember, forced you to look at.
Force yourself to keep looking into the mirror,
Imagine those dark eyes are his, imagine looking
And it is you.