His naked form
in silent repose
glistened
with salt tears
The tiny tracks
of silken threads
splayed
across his chest
Arms held open
against the darkness
clinging
to torn ideals
Whoremonger
cries of despair
waiting
for tomorrow’s victim
He will come again
with coined pockets
jingling
to pay the piper
Let me come to you
in the dark of night
when stars do not hide
Silently praising you
with mimed moans
mouth open and wide
Submitted to you
naked and unadorned
devoid of pride
Taken by you
rough and callous
a very good ride
When last temptation filled my hands,
they were crushed under stones of promise
seduced at the deliverance
The bite of your taste on my tongue,
filled empty and parched cheeks
sated now with sublime ignorance
You come to me with gray dreams,
and battered ghosts before my eyes
captured visions of benevolence
Leading me behind the curtain,
you stripped away my last resolve
moved by your sweet countenance
Swift was the brutal reckoning,
that you could not keep me close
lied to by my own indifference
GL Roberts Books 