laces
She reminisces as she laces,
Recalling all those night bound in velvety silence.
Where pain is pleasure and passion, penance;
And kisses come from lip and whip.
The scents of sweat and blood mingle with the tang of arousal
And she sips this delicate cocktail from the edge of a knife.
Fervently embracing the unconventional
And spending her days in camouflage,
Secretly scratching the eyes out of the family portraits along the hall.
© mjc 06 August 2013
