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The Butterfly
You are
careless in the pursuit of your pleasure
power incarnate
the predator
And I
slip from the trap that you laid me
a cunning fox
your clever prey
I gasp—
and the rising tide of orgasm
licks the marrow of my bones
cutting my flesh and flaying it
open and bleeding
until the drops of my lifeblood
fall from your jeweled knife
held too close to the meat of my thigh.
You, so very blind,
lick the remnants from your blade
a genius playing guard dog
to a Captain who does not
want you;
to a Captain who does not
fear you;
and when you come tumbling down,
when the Captain’s inattention stings,
when the curse of your subordination drowns you,
when it cuts you like a knife,
I will be here,
the butterflied flesh
spread open and waiting
to devour you whole.