Victim I lay before
this day,
Mind and loins now
prisoner born.
My moon now longer
where stars stay.
I am brought down to
rest on one knee.
Within inches of the
fucking keys.
Stretching my arms
painfully
Extending fingers
through the bars.
Like long legs parting
before moans.
Praying to the lonely
stars.
That a new ruler will
return.
Time passes and the
sky empties,
Empty as one whose
shoulders lay grave.
Trying desperately,
For the freedom of
sexual expression.
Red Sun Full now at
your back worshiping your soul.
Making my desire
endless
Un-tamable
Blue flames spread like
youthful wings
Till the nightfall
anxious for her flirt.
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