Lyric Steel

From journeyman to master in his craft,

His artful words subsume me with their touch,

Entwining limbs and corps with phantom bonds,

Unsheathing new the blade sharpened with lust.

Can yet I remain separate and whole

Should he reach out and forage me for food

To nourish his heart rent from carnal woe

And supply hollow coffers with fresh tools?

With flaming torch bled of my passion bold,

Arraigning me thus guilty in desire,

He forges restraints I content embrace

As kidskin gloves caress and I expire.

For from his hand that I will never feel

My cheek reclines against the lyric steel.

 

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