|January 2001 / Volume Two / Issue One|
Young flesh in motion
skin less than flawless
softened through thick smokey veil.
Graceful on sadistic spikes
gliding and sliding to the
rhythm of loud music.
From the mirrors I see
reflections of a past life left behind,
while phantom pains haunt my feet
who cry out to me of past tortures.
Retired to more subtle cruelties
I am now in the audience chair.
Kisses blown from amused ladies's lips
mingle with the smoke and vanish in
the air like a well spent youth.
From long ago, far away
vague memories reassemble and draw
me back to a time when I felt
the heat of infrared tracking from
lustful eyes, and first tasted the awesome
power of raw sensual abandon;
privileged to sleep briefly
beneath the belly of the beast
finding where its heart truly beats.
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